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⟣ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐀𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇

⟣ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — Toji x reader, Kento x reader, Satoru x reader, Choso x reader, Ichiji x reader, Yuki x reader

⟣ 𝐓𝐰 — Degradation + dumbification. blow job in Toji’s, backshots in Nanami’s, pussy eating in Gojo’s, Breast play in ichiji’s, breeding in choso’s, face sitting in Yuki’s. They’re prob a lot of grammar errors.

⟣ 𝐀/𝐍 — First multiply character fic in honor of my birthday, what do we think!!? :333

⟣ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

Toji’s grumbling could be heard from the hallway as you padded into the bathroom, catching him zipping up his pants, a lazy yawn stretching across his face. You glanced at the toilet seat, then back at him with a deadpan expression. “Are you serious right now?”

He raised a brow in confusion while looking over his shoulder. “What?”

You stepped past him and pointed accusingly at the droplets scattered on the seat. “You really can’t just wipe the seat? It’s not that hard, Toji”.

Toji huffed, crossing his big arms over his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe. “You’re really gonna whine about that?”

“Yeah,” you shot back, hands on your hips. “I live here too, you know. It’s gross”.

His eyes dragged over you, amusement flickering in the green depths. “Didn’t know you were so prissy, sweetheart”.

“Didn’t know you were so lazy,” you quipped, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and wiping it yourself with a dramatic flourish. “See? Easy”.

Toji’s jaw ticked, but the smirk was still there. “You wanna be a brat about it?”

“Maybe,” you chirped, tossing the tissue into the bowl and flushing with a pointed look his way. “Maybe if you actually cleaned up after yourself, I wouldn’t have to nag you like I’m your mom”.

He clicked his tongue, stepping forward until your back hit the sink, his hands bracing on either side of you as he towered over you. “That right?”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Guess I should shut that mouth up for you, huh?”

The smugness was gone, replaced with a flicker of thrill as you tilted your chin up defiantly as if you were challenging him. “You could try”.

Toji didn’t waste another second. His large hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he forcefully pushed you down to your knees, the cool tiles biting against your skin. His belt clattered as he quickly unbuckled it, gaze locked on you with a feral sort of glint.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice dropping to a deep whisper. You obeyed, mouth parting as he tapped the angry tip of his cock against your tongue, the weight of it heavy and demanding as pre-cum smeared under your nose and lips.

His grip on your hair tightened as he rammed his cock in, stretching your lips around him and feeding his cock to you inch by inch, groaning low in his chest as you hollowed your cheeks to take him in. “There you go…knew you were good for something other than bitchin’, he grunted, hips thrusting shallowly as you wrapped your hands around his thick thighs for support.

The sound of his breathing roughened, and his eyes stayed locked on the way your pretty lips latched to his shaft as you sucked him, a big spit and pre-cum mixture leaking down your chin as he fucked your mouth deeper, his hips rolling with a much rough rhythm that’s causing you to lose your breath. “Look at that,” he drawled, thumb grazing the corner of your mouth to catch the saliva pooling there. “So messy—Got no fucking room to talk except for taking this cock”.

You moaned around him, nails digging into his pants as he picked up the pace, groaning your name as your tongue flattened along the underside of his dick. His hips snapped harder, the blunt head nudging the back of your throat, forcing tears to prick the corners of your eyes.

His hand cradled your jaw, rough thumb brushing the bulge of his cock through your cheek. “Gonna make you clean up every time,” he rasped, voice deep and raspy. “Since you like it so much, fuckin’ slut”.

⟣ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

You stood in the doorway of Kento’s office, arms crossed as you surveyed the stacks of papers cluttering his usually wooden desk. “You seriously just gonna leave them like this?”

Kento barely glanced up from his monitor, adjusting his glasses with a sigh. “Darling, they’re already organized,” he replied simply.

“Organized?” you scoffed, stepping further in to pluck a random sheet from the mess. “There’s three different client names on here. What kind of system is this?”

He paused, fingers halting over his keyboard. “A working one”.

You rolled your eyes at his sassiness, shaking the paper for emphasis. “It’s chaos, Kento. I don’t know how you can even find anything in this mess”.

His jaw flexed, gaze finally flicking up to meet yours. “I find everything just fine,” he replied calmly, though the subtle edge in his voice wasn’t lost on you.

“Clearly,” you taunted sarcastically, flipping through another pile. “This is why you can never find your keys. Or your wallet. Or—”

Before you could finish, Kento stood up—his chair scraping back with an annoying sound as he approached you with measured steps, the kind that made your heart thud a little harder because of how calm his demeanor was. He stopped in front of you, gaze sharp behind his glasses. “If you’re going to waste your time nagging me,” he began, his voice low and serious, “I think you should be put to better use”.

You barely had time to respond before he's manhandling you around with his strong hands and pressing your front against the desk, papers crinkling beneath you as his hand splayed across your back to keep you pinned there. “Maybe a little distraction will shut you up,” he murmured.

Heat pooled in your stomach as his warm palm slid down, nudging your legs apart. “Kento!”

“Shh,” he soothed, lips brushing your ear. “You wanted my attention. Now you’ve got it”.

His hands were deft, hiking up your skirt and yanking your panties down to your knees. The loud drag of his belt coming undone had you shivering, anticipation coiling tightly in your stomach. “Think you’ll remember this next time you feel like running your fucking mouth?”

A shiver ran up your spine as you nodded. He chuckled at your obedience, fingers brushing over your slit and spreading the pre-cum dribbling out of his tip between your folds. “Good girl. Don't worry, I'll make sure of it”.

And with that, he was ramming his cock all the way in, stretching your poor pussy around him inch by inch over the cluttered surface, papers sliding to the floor and making everything even messier as he sloppily pounded his cock into your cunt, fingers gripping your waist with the kind of authority that left you shaking and whimpering. “Maybe I’ll mess this desk up more often,” he rasped. “Gives me an excuse to disrespect this pussy and shut you up like this”.

Kento squeezed your hips tighter like he was doing it on purpose, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed into you like you were nothing but a warm hole to fuck, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, giving you goosebumps. “Fucking look at you,” he sneered, one hand sliding up to fist in your hair, tugging your head back just enough for his lips to brush your ear. “So mouthy until you’re bent over my desk like a little slut. Still think I’m disorganized, darling?” His hips snapped forward, the sharp slap of skin against skin punctuating his question, making your eyes roll back.

Your hands scrambled for purchase amidst the scattered papers, crumpling documents beneath your fingertips as his cock bullied its way deeper into your cervix, splitting you open with each unforgiving thrust that's ruining your poor pussy. “Bet you won’t be nagging me anymore, huh?” he growled, yanking your hair a little harder when you only moaned in response.

“Can barely think, can you? Fucked you so dumb already that you forgot how to run that pretty mouth of yours”. His hand left your hip to smack your rippling ass, the sting sharp and sudden, making you jolt against the desk. “I should leave you like this—bent over my chaos so you remember exactly where your place is”.

⟣ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

You stood in the middle of the living room, running your hands over your face as you analyzed the mess. Candy wrappers were strewn across the coffee table, littering the couch cushions and even dotting the floor like he’d just flung them around for fun. Gojo was lying on the couch, unbothered with his legs manspreading and almost taking up the whole couch, a lollipop dangling from his mouth as he scrolled through his phone.

“Satoru,” you called, voice sharp enough to cut through his blissful ignorance. He raised his head lazily, pushing his sunglasses up to peer at you with that usual cheeky grin.

“Mm? What’s up, sweetheart?”

You gestured around the room. “This. All of this. You’re gonna pick up your candy wrappers or what?”

He tilted his head, sucking obnoxiously on the lollipop with a loud pop. “I was going to…eventually”.

You scoffed, bending down to snatch a few wrappers off the floor. “Eventually? Satoru, it looks like Halloween exploded in here. You can’t just live in your own trash”.

He chuckled, tossing his phone aside and standing up with a dramatic stretch. “I dunno, I think it adds character. Like, ‘Welcome to Gojo’s Candy Kingdom!’ You want a tour?”

You rolled your eyes, chucking the wrappers into the trash bin with a huff. “If this is a kingdom, I’m moving out”.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” he teased, stepping up behind you and wrapping his long arms around your waist, chin propped on your shoulder. “You’re really this mad about some wrappers?”

“It’s disgusting,” you shot back, but your voice wavered when his hands slipped to your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle, teasing circles.

“Mm…you’re right,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “I should really clean up my messes”. Before you could respond, you were spun around, and in one swift movement, he had you bent over the arm of the couch, your hips up and your tits smushed into the cushions.

“Satoru!” you squealed, squirming and struggling against his grip, but he just laughed, pushing your skirt up over your hips and exposing your ass with zero shame.

“See? Cleaning up,” he cooed mockingly, hands squeezing your ass with a playful slap. “Starting with you, sweets”.

You barely had time to protest before his eager mouth was on you, tongue quickly lapping between your folds with a kind of greed that had your knees trembling within the first second. “S-Satoruuu” you gasped, hands clawing at the couch cushions at your clit twitches on his tongue.

He chuckled against your skin, the vibrations making you whimper. “What?” he purred, tongue swirling around your clit before sucking harshly like it was a piece of flavorful candy. “Thought you wanted me to stop eating candy. Figured I’d switch to something sweeter”.

Your face burned, hands fisting into the cushions as he licked into you with unrestrained enthusiasm, slurping sounds echoing obnoxiously through the room, it was so embarassing. “Much better than chocolate,” he teased, voice muffled as he nipped at your inner thigh. “I think I’m addicted to this sweet pussy”.

You moaned, back arching as he buried his face deeper into your wet cunt, hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread for him as he slides his tongue back and forth on your folds and collecting your wetness and tasting it on his tongue. “Think you could get mad at me more often?” he murmured, voice all bright and playful, even as his tongue dipped at the entrance of your soaking pussy. “I’m loving this version of clean-up duty”.

⟣ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

The living room was a battlefield of toys—plastic cars, action figures, and stuffed animals scattered like remnants of some toddler rampage. You carefully stepped over a pile of building blocks, hands on your hips as you watched Choso lean against the wall, arms crossed and eyes half-lidded. He looked completely unfazed by the chaos, gaze drifting lazily over the room like it didn’t even register.

“Choso,” you called, voice sharp enough to break his trance. He blinked, head tilting as he looked at you, brows raised in mild surprise.

“Yes?” he drawled, voice soft and calm like the mess around him wasn’t something he should be responsible for. You gestured around the room. “You gonna pick up after your brothers, or are you just gonna let them turn this place into a war zone?”

He shrugged, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. “They’re kids,” he murmured, eyes flickering to yours with that familiar, sleepy smile. “Not that big of a deal”.

“Not that big of a—” you started, but he cut you off, hands slipping around your waist and pulling you in close. His touch was gentle, but his grip was sturdy, holding you in place as he dipped his head to brush his lips over your neck.

“You’re so uptight,” he whispered, breath warm against your skin. “Always scolding me but I like it”. His hands squeezed your hips, pulling you against him with a low, rumbling sigh. “Maybe I do want you to keep me in line”.

Your breath hitched, hands bracing against his chest as he pressed forward, guiding you back until your legs hit the arm of the couch. He eased you down, eyes locked on yours with that predatorial look. “You wanna boss me around?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Make me clean up, take responsibility?”

Your cheeks burned, hands fisting in his shirt as he hovered above you, his heavyweight pressing you into the couch cushions. “Maybe I do,” you shot back, your voice stronger than you felt.

He chuckled. “Good,” he murmured, hands slipping beneath your skirt to squeeze the plush of your thighs. “Then make me, please”.

You barely had time to process his words before he hooked your legs over his shoulders, his mouth finding yours in a desperate, heated kiss. His hands were everywhere—gripping, squeezing any flesh from your body he could touch, and pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of your body. “Been thinking about it,” he breathed against your lips. “How cute you’d look all round and full—stuffed up with my child”.

Your eyes went wide because of how sudden what he’s saying was, a shiver running down your spine as his grip tightened. “Choso—”

“Yeah,” he groaned, cutting you off, his warm forehead pressed to yours, eyes glimmering with something dark and desperate. “Bet you’d look so good carrying it for me—wanna see you swollen. Wanna everyone to know that I did that to you, baby”.

His hands slipped down, grabbing your thighs and yanking you closer, his hips grinding against yours with shameless need as he humped his clothed cock against your panties, the bumpy outline of him creating friction and making your cunt leak against the material. “You gonna let me?” he whispered, his voice desperation as he awaited your consent. “Gonna let me fill you up? Make you mine for real?”

You swallowed hard, nodding before you could stop yourself, and that was all the permission he needed. He quickly pulled his cock out and slid your panties to the side before his hands grabbed at your waist, easily pulling you down onto him in one rough motion, the sudden stretch stealing the breath from your lungs.

Choso moaned loudly, his eyes fluttering shut as he bottomed out and felt your pussy clenching around him already, his hands gripping you tight enough to bruise. “F–Fuck! You feel that?” he rasped, his voice cracking. “Feel how deep I am?”

He starts pounding into you, every thrust pushing you deeper into the couch, his teeth grazing your neck as he speaks. “Gonna put a little baby in you—m’gonna keep you all full of my children”.

You clutched at his broad shoulders, your nails digging in as he set a brutal rhythm, his thrusts rougher than usual like he was on the verge of losing control. He’s panting against your neck, whispering filthy promises about how you'd be a wonderful mother and how beautiful you’d look carrying his child, how he’d keep you that way—barefoot and pregnant, marked and stuffed up by him.

His pace quickened, hips stuttering a bit and you could already tell he was close. The desperation in his movements mounting and he babbles into your neck. “Gonna stuff you,” he groaned, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Over and over until it’s overflowing out of your pretty little pussy—gonna make sure you’re mine”.

Your back arched, your body shivering under his broken pace but Choso’s hands held you steady, keeping you right where he wanted you as he used you but with love, of course. His breath was ragged, his eyes fluttering as he hammers himself deeper, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours. “You gonna take it for me?” he murmured, almost pleading. “Gonna—fuck!—let me breed you?”

You instantly nodded, too fucked out to speak or think, and his expression shattered, his hips bucking wildly as he buried himself to the hilt, warmth flooding you in heavy, throbbing beats but his grip didn’t loosen, hands still holding you tight against him like he was making sure none of his seed would escape.

When it was over, he stayed there, panting against your skin, his hands still possessive on your hips. “Guess that means I gotta clean up the toys now,” he whispered. “Wouldn’t want you tripping with my baby in you”.

⟣ 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

The office was dimly lit, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across Ichiji’s cluttered desk. Papers were stacked in uneven piles, data sheets scattered, and a half-empty cup of coffee sat dangerously close to the edge. You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut in clear frustration. You felt so bad for him.

“You’ve been at it for hours,” you said gently, your voice cutting through the tense silence. His head snapped up, eyes heavy with exhaustion as he met your gaze. “Maybe take a break?”

Ichiji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t,” he muttered, eyes drifting back to the towering stack of reports. “There’s too much to do. It’s not going to finish itself”.

You stepped inside, moving behind his chair and placing your hands on his shoulders. His muscles were taut beneath your touch, tension coiled up tight that’s its aching. “You’re going to burn out if you keep this up,” you whispered, fingers kneading gently at the knots in his shoulders. “Just ten minutes, okay?”

His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, a shaky sigh slipping past his lips. “I don’t have ten minutes,” he replied, voice rough with fatigue.

“Five, then,” you coaxed, leaning down so your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “You can spare five”.

Before he could argue, your hands slipped lower, fingers tracing slow circles against his chest through the fabric of his uniform. He stiffened beneath your touch, eyes snapping open as you pressed yourself closer, your hands dipping to his collarbones. “You’re so tense, baby,” you murmured, lips grazing his temple.

Ichiji groaned, head tipping back as his hands found your hips, squeezing it almost desperately. “You make it so impossible to think,” he whispered with his voice strained.

“Good,” you shot back, voice lilting with mischief. “Stop thinking for a bit”.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His grip tightened, and before you could blink, you were pulled down onto his lap, his hands rougher than usual as they squeezed your waist. His head dipped lower, lips grazing the exposed skin of your collarbone before he suddenly surged forward, calloused hands cupping your breasts with a desperate kind of urgency.

“Ichiji,” you gasped, fingers threading through his black strands as his mouth latched onto the curve of your exposed chest, sucking hot, open-mouthed kisses against your soft skin. His hands fondled with them, thumbs brushing over your nipples through your shirt, sending shocks of pleasure down your spine.

But it wasn’t enough for him. With a low groan, he tugged your top up, baring you to him before his mouth returned—hot and fucking eager, his tongue dragging across your skin with feverish need. His hands held you firmly in place on his lap, keeping you pressed against him as his mouth moved, licking and sucking at every inch of bare flesh he could reach.

His breathing was ragged, eyes heavy-lidded with need as he buried his face between the swell of your breasts, mouthing hungrily at the soft skin there. “You smell so good,” he murmured, voice muffled, his tongue flicking out to trace the curve of your sternum before dipping lower, pressing desperate kisses along the underside.

You shivered, your nails scraping gently against his scalp as he continued, mouth working furiously like he couldn’t get enough. His hands squeezed your breasts, thumbs brushing your hardened nipples in teasing circles that made your breath stutter. “You taste even better,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, lips swollen and slick.

“Feel a little better now?” you teased, breathless and grinning as you cupped his cheek.

Ichiji just chuckled, his hands sliding back to your hips as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Not even close,” he whispered, eyes glimmering with intent. “I think I need another break”.

⟣ 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐎

The living room was a mess of unfolded laundry—shirts, socks, and lacy panties scattered across the couch like an afterthought. You stared at the chaos, eyebrows raised as you picked up one of Yuki’s crumpled t-shirts. “You call this folding?” you asked, voice laced with disbelief.

Yuki was sitting on the couch as she scrolled through her phone. She glanced up lazily at you, eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s folded enough,” she replied, stretching like she hadn’t a care in the world.

“Folded enough?” you repeated, holding up one of her wadded-up hoodies like it was evidence of a crime. “Yuki, it looks like you just balled everything up and chucked it in the basket!”

Yuki just smirked, tucking her phone into her pocket and patting her lap. “You got a lot of opinions today,” she drawled, voice dripping with playful arrogance. “Why don’t you come over here and say it to my face?”

You hesitated, eyes narrowing. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing,” she replied, leaning back with a lazy grin. “Just wanna hear you complain up close”.

Against your better judgment, you stepped forward, and she caught your wrist, tugging you closer until you stumbled over her lap. Her hands were commanding as she adjusted you, making sure you were positioned just right.

“You know,” she mused, her fingers tracing slow circles along your hips. “You do talk a lot of crap for someone who’s about to get sat on”.

Your eyes widened, mouth parting to protest, but Yuki was already shifting beneath you, lifting her hips to slide her sweatpants and panties down her thighs in one fluid motion. The casual confidence in the way she kicked them off sent a thrill straight through you, and you barely had time to process before she grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back onto the couch cushions.

“Yuki, wait—” you started, but she just chuckled darkly, swinging one leg over your face and straddling you, her pushy thighs bracketing your head.

“Wait?” she mocked, hands settling on the back of the couch for balance. “You don’t wanna keep nagging me? Maybe list off my chores while you’re down there?” Her grin was wicked, eyes sparkling with mischief as she hovered above your face, she spreads her ass cheeks—letting you feel the warmth of her pussy on your face, so close your breath ghosted over her skin.

Her bare cunt was practically soaking—like she was waiting for this, sticky slick smearing across your lips the second she lowered herself, her folds warm and wet on your mouth. The taste of her was dizzying, all salt and sweetness as she ground her hips down, rubbing her pussy on you back and forth like she was trying to mark you with it. Her wetness smeared across your chin and cheeks as she rolled her hips in harsh circles, moaning softly above you as she used your facial features to get herself off.

“Look at that,” she purred, her voice sweet and sultry. “Already making such a mess of you.” Her fingers threaded through your hair, gripping tight as she rocked forward, her cunt dragging flat across your tongue with every roll of her hips. “Keep talking about how I don’t clean up—now you can clean this up instead,” she taunted, pressing her ass down harder like she was actually sitting on you instead of just hovering.

Your hands flew to her thighs, nails digging into her skin as you tried to catch your breath, but she wasn’t letting up. Her thighs squeezed your head, holding you still as she ground her soaked cunt in your mouth, the wetness spreading everywhere with every needy movement and her sweet scent filling your nostrils. “That’s it,” she cooed, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Lick it up. Make it nice and clean for me”.

Her juices were everywhere—your tongue, your cheeks, your chin—and she was so persistent, hips circling with purpose, smearing more of her arousal across your face like she was marking her territory. Her hand found the back of your head, pressing you even closer until your nose brushed against the tight ring of her ass, and she let out a shuddering breath when she feels it tickling her.

“Not so mouthy now, huh?” she murmured. “Bet you’re too busy drowning down there to complain”.

She rocked her ass harder, your tongue slipping through her folds, tasting every bit of arousal she rubbed against you. She moaned sweetly above you, the sound shameless and greedy as she kept grinding like a bitch in heat, wetness leaking down your chin and soaking the poor couch cushions beneath you.

“Maybe I’ll make this a habit,” she mused, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she looks down at you—even though she couldn’t really see your face because her ass was trapping you. “Every time you wanna nag me, I’ll just shut you up like this—smother that attitude right out of you”.

You didn’t even try to argue—your tongue was too busy lapping up everything she gave, your mouth coated with her cream as she rode your face with lazy confidence, grinding herself against you and using you for her pleasure like that’s what you were made for.

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psuejo · 1 month ago

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❥ athlete!gojo fucking u in his jersey :p

“c-c’mon, baby, shit, ya gotta be quieter,” satoru coos, one big hand fisting the back of his sweat, musk soaked jersey and tugging you up. he’s got you bent over the hotel sink, the cool marble a delicious contrast to your hot, sticky skin, and it only makes you clamp down tighter around him, drawing a pretty moan from his kiss-bruised lips.

he tucks his face into your neck, tongue slipping out to work in tandem with his lips as they suck another hickey onto your already marked skin. you smell divine — a heady mix of his natural musk and just the right amount of your sweet, flowery perfume.

just having you wear his jersey (washed or not) is usually enough to get satoru at least half a chub in his pants, but having you smell like him? oh, his balls are heavy, and he has to keep thinking about his coach’s shitty toupee to resist busting a nut.

that guy really should just go bald before—

“mm, fuck, ‘toruuu—” every roll of his hips sends another wave of his scent into your nose like he wants to drown you in it, make it the only smell you only remember. a beautiful blend of you and him, more effective than any shitty, tiktok shop pheromone perfume on the market.

satoru groans, jaw going slack against your neck as he jackhammers into you, obscene squelches and conjoined sounds echoing in the spacious bathroom. forget being quiet — if his teammate next door hears them, then oh well.

“more,” you huff, “‘m so close, oh my god—”

more?

satoru can do more, especially when you’re doing him the heavenly favor of wearing his used jersey. of course he can.

with a mind of its own, his hand goes to your front, taking a pebbled nipple between his slender fingers and rolling it through the almost silky fabric. you clench down yet again, a moan stuttering its way out of your throat like a broken siren’s call.

and, in this case, satoru is just an idiot sailor.

he tries to oblige, he really does, but when you sound and look and are so sweet, so perfect, he really can’t hold it in for much longer.

satoru pulls out just a fraction of a second before he cums and pushes the damp fabric of the jersey up and out of the way, creamy ropes spraying all over the dip of your spine as his toes curl.

you’re never far behind him, and it only takes a few shallow thrusts to tip you over the edge, back arched and eyes rolled back as he presses apologetic kisses all over your neck and the exposed parts of your shoulder.

“sorry, sweets,” he murmurs. “felt too good.”

so for every game after, satoru swaps your clean jersey for his dirty one, slipping it over your head before tugging you into his hotel room and shutting the door.

and if you keep one? well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?

#jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jjk gojo smut #here damn😓

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lxnarphase · 1 year ago

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━━ ❝ it's sticky, toshi... ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!

ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.

what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.

sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.

afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.

it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.

"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."

eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.

you start by just asking if he’d want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying you’d make him a dad one day.

but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.

what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.

however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.

"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."

"..."

"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"

he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.

next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.

"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"

you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.

he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.

"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."

it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times he’s emptied his load into you, but he still isn’t stopping, no, he can't. it’s leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.

“i...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practice…that i’d fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.

"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?”

with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.

ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.

but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he can’t anymore.

ushijima can’t stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.

“t-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.”

“I know, baby, I’ll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

fuck, he’s so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.

“mm, fuck, that’s right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised you’d make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.”

#ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi x you #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #hq x you #🍉 ── wakatoshi.#˗ˏˋ ★ lxnarworks .ᐟ

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kissandtellus · 15 days ago

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Lemurian Nights: Omegaverse Version

Synopsis: This is a full-length version of my ‘Into The Slick’ of it Drabble! Alpha!Rafayel is fighting his Rut which involves you, a bathtub, and double the trouble.

Warnings: Omegaverse,Merfolk Sexy Time, Bath tub Smex, Double Merfolk D’s, Talk of Oviposition, possible spoilers for RAF’s myth, Breeding quink.

The soft lull of the classical music playing over the old record player filled the bathroom. The open area gave way to the foggy glass mirror that separated the massive bath tub from the rest of the lavatory.

From the frosted glass, a shimmering blue fin flicked in irritation. You rounded the corner with the fresh fruit your loving mate had requested. The bathtub, although big enough to fit 5 more people, was still just a bit too small for the massive Lemurian.

Despite his intimidating size, the claws on his webbed hands and the way his fangs glinted in the moonlight, he was pouting.

“I came as fast as I could. Do you know how hard it is to find strawberries out of season?” You put down the paper bag and scooped the container of strawberries out. “Here, your Highness.” He looks at the plastic container as if it were poison itself.

“You know I don’t touch such…awful things.” Oh even in the throes of Rut he is a Drama King. You sigh and pluck out a strawberry, pulling off the green stem. You hold it to his lips and he takes a small bite. The red juice stained his fans, the tiniest bit of juice leaking from his mouth.

He takes his time with the strawberry. It’s…intimate. And for some reason he doesn’t take his eyes off of you when his tongue pushes forth past the sweet juices and flicks up-

“Rafayel! No!” You scold, your face exploding in a blush.

Rafayel’s pout deepens and he eats the rest of the strawberry in a single bite, fangs barely nipping at your finger tips. “No fuwm.” He mumbles with a mouth full of berry. He swallows the treat, his pink tongue darting to clean the corner of his mouth.

His smell, the musk of an Alpha but somehow more…floral….permeates the bathroom. “Do you know why I chose strawberries?” He hums, grasping your sleeper to pull your hand to his mouth. His tongue licks between your fingers, being careful to get every last drop.

“They smell like your sweet cunt.” Rafayel wasn’t above using expletives, but it never lessened the shock of the Alpha growl behind his voice. “Taste like it t-“

“Rafayel, no. You made me promise.” But you were just a sweet, simple Omega! An Omega who would be going against the laws of nature if you ignored his command, right?

No. No, Rafayel wasn’t a normal Alpha. The large, merman-like tail flicking over the side of the tub was evidence enough of that.

But his grip was unyielding. The blue eyes tinged with pink star who down like prey. His hand guided yours against the toned muscles of his abs.

“Just a touch- no-more.” His mind was warring with himself. He wanted all of you. If he weren’t in such a godforsaken bathtub-

His hand guided yours to the slit on his tail, right where his normal groin would be. There, a slit you had never really noticed, rested. Usually such an office would be closed tight, but for an Alpha in Rut, it was nearly impossible.

But the sweet noise that fell from Rafayel’s lips was intoxicating.

“Please…” His whisper was breathless. He guided your finger tips up and down the slit, his free claw scratching into the porcelain tub. “Almost-…”

The slit blossomed like a flower. From it, bloomed not one, but two cocks. Not the stereotypical lengths that other Alpha’s proudly presented like an honor. No, these ones were longer, tendril like and smooth.

Rafayel’s arched spine returned to a relax position, panting as if he had ran a marathon. A thin sheen of sweat glistened against his already wet chest.

He looks up at your through lidded eyes, his grip on your wrist tightening just slightly.

“You can’t just leave me like this.” He whines pitifully. He leans over the edge of the tub towards you. What water droplets collecting on your skirt. “It would be so unfair, Miss Bodyguard. Aren’t you here to protect me?” His voice is nearly a purr now.

Those mischievous eyes now flashed with something new, a hunger.

His body shuddered violently as the twin organs emerged, already hard and leaking pre-cum. The larger one was thick and veiny, while the smaller was slender and more sensitive. Both twitched and pulsed with need. “I can't... can't hold them back... please, my love, help me...”

What sort of mate would you be if you left him in such a condition?

His voice was a desperate whine now, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. The twin cocks slapped against the water's surface, dripping with clear liquid. “I'll go insane if you don't. Please... just wrap your hand around them... squeeze them, anything.”

You let him guide your hand back around his cock. The thickness far too much for just one hand. “Just a touch, okay?” You whisper.

He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading and desperate. His breath hitched as your hand hovered over his leaking cocks, the anticipation almost too much to bear. When your fingers finally wrapped around his twin organs, he let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking into your touch.

The moment your hand made contact, his body relaxed slightly, but the need was still overwhelming. He watched you through heavy-lidded eyes as you stroked him slowly, his tail swishing in the water. "More... please, faster!” His voice was strained, filled with desperate desire.

His chest heaved as he panted heavily, his hips moving in time with your strokes. The larger cock throbbed in your palm, while the smaller one twitched and leaked constantly. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his orgasm approaching quickly. “I'm... I'm close-please Cutie-“

With a choked cry, his body tensed and his twin cocks pulsed violently in your hand. Rope after rope of thick, pearly cum spilled into the water, staining it white. The smaller cock squirted weaker bursts while the larger one emptied itself completely, draining him dry.

You cooed at him as his tail thrashed violently, his face flushed as a blush sat under his eyes. “Good boy. Feel better?”

He collapsed back into the tub, boneless and spent, his twin cocks twitching weakly as the last drops of cum leaked out. A shuddering sigh escaped him at your praise, his cotton-candy eyes drooped with satisfaction and embarrassment. “Not fair..." he murmured weakly.

He was far from done. His Rut was building up faster than before. He needed to knit, needed to breed. And fuck, you smelled delicious.

His body began to tremble again almost immediately after the first release. The scent of your arousal filled the air like a sweet perfume, driving him wild once more. His cocks started to harden again despite just having emptied himself completely. "Need..." he moaned softly.

His eyes locked onto yours, filled with desperate hunger. He started to move towards you in the water, his tail wrapping around your leg possessively. “Need to breed.l His voice was low and growling now, the scent of his rut filling the room. “Need my cocks inside you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You could run if you wanted to. In this state, he was confined to the tub. Rafayel seemed to see the hesitance on your gaze.

His eyes searched yours intensely, understanding your hesitation. With deliberate slowness, he leaned against the edge of the tub, showing he wouldn't lunge. "Fuck..." He ran a hand through his wet hair, breathing heavily. “Come-come here... or leave."

He was trying to hold himself back, if only for a moment. But he was a creature of habit, a hunter. So when you dropped your guard and leaned forward, the merman lunged.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the tub with him. Water splashed everywhere as he tackled you backwards onto the smooth marble floor of the tub. His twin cocks pressed urgently against your stomach and hips as he pinned you down, golden eyes wild with rut-driven need. “Caught ya.”

Your skirt was hiked up your legs, the water was up close to your ears. An inch or two more and your head would be submerged. Rafayel was always sort of intimidating. His cocky attitude, witty mind and his unwillingness to back down was the charm that drove you to him.

But now as he was leaned above you, overshadowing your body, you never felt so afraid aroused.

The two tendril-like cocks pressed insistently even through the thing cotton of your panties. You clung to the scales on his arms, yelping under his weight.

“Raf-! I-a-ah! Wait-!”

“No waiting.” He growled against the plane of your throat. His nose bumped against the thin bandage covering your scent glands. They were swollen, pulsating, barely contained under the bandage. “Off.” He growled.

Your shaking fingers peeled away the scent patches and Rafayel nearly came at that very moment. His tail flipped against the water, splashing water into the bathroom floor as he dove in.

His fangs nipped, sucked, threatened to pierce the flesh of your throat. His cocks rutted against the soaked fabric of your underwear. Rafayel took a deep whiff of your throat, his arms keeping his upper body upright around your shoulders.

“You smell divine~.” He purred. His tongue-had it always been so sharp?-lapped at your scent gland. “Let me in, little human. I promise I won’t bite too hard.” With a hand on your hip, he flipped you both over. You were now straddling his tail, the thick, muscled flesh rippling between your thighs.

His webbed claw tears through the fabric as if it’s nothing but paper. “Ah, there she is. So fuckin’ pretty.” The way your glistening walls met his line of sight was something no amount of expensive paint could capture again. You were slowly losing yourself to him. His pretty words, pretty cock and those sweet pheromones were far too much.

“Rafayel, need-need you-“

“I know what you need, Cutie. Sit up for me.” With a clawed hand on your lower back he pushed you forward enough for his larger cock to slowly-. “Bigggg stretch, Sweetheart.”

And GOD was it a big stretch. He was filling every nook and cranny of your cunt. The smooth service of his length gave little resistance. Just when you thought in there couldn’t be more, yet another inch wormed its way inside.

Rafayel’s mouth fell open. His Rut was doing more talking than his mind was. “Beautiful, Beautiful-My Beautiful Girl-“ His common tongue became intermingled with words you could only assume was Ancient Lemurian.

But your brain was too frazzled to differentiate the two. When your plush lips finally made contact with the slimy slit at the base of his length, your mind was numb.

Rafayel was an impatient soul. Without giving you a second to adjust, he was using that sinful tail as leverage to drive up into you. “Raf! I-ahhh, shit!”

Rafayel growled, sharp fangs nipping at the flesh of your shoulder. “Watch your mouth, pretty art pieces shouldn’t speak such filth.”

How did he expect you to act when he was drilling into you at a pace that should be impossible for his merfolk tail in a cramped tub. His claws shredded through your remaining clothing. The pieces floated in what was left of the bath water.

Rafayel was bursting at the seams. “That’s right, right there-you look so good taking my cock.” He praised. His cock rammed into your over sensitive cervix. He bullied his way in, your juices coating the pink flesh. But then-oh.

“No! Raf, just one! I can’t-“

“Hush, deep breath My Lady,” his lips encircled your nipple, the second cock, eager and leaking, insistently nudged right by his first one. “Relax Cutie, don’t take my precious jewels now.”

You get him back later for his teasing. But right now, all you could focus on was the delicious burning as his second cock forced its way inside. Lemurian Omega’s could’ve easily taken both of his lengths with practiced ease. But a tight thing like you needed to be coerced. Pleaded with.

“Look how well you accept me. Your body knows who it’s true God is, hm?” He looked like a hungry animal as he watched you sob, babble even, over the stretch. “Oh Hush, you can take it.”

With a final, firm thrust, both lengths were buried to the hilt. A white flash blinded your vision. So hot, the heat in your lower tummy. You hadn’t even realized what had happened until Rafayel’s shocked laughter echoed in the bathroom.

“Did you just-? Oh Cutie, look at you! My little waterworks!” When you had the courage to peel open your eyes, his abdomen above his tail wasn’t soaked in water, but your juices.

Your face erupted in a deep blush and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. But Rafayel wouldn’t let that happen. You tried covering your face, but Rafayel pulled away your hands and kissed each palm.

“Don’t be embarrassed, we have so much to accomplish.” He held your wrist in one hand against your lower stomach, the other digging his claws into your hip.

The bathroom became a symphony of eager cries, growls of pleasure and the splashing of water.

Rafayel’s multi-colored eyes were glazed with need. This was right where he belonged. In his true form, rutting up into his Beloved Bride, breeding a sweet cunt he’d wait another 600 years to taste.

The ache in your stomach built up again. Each length took its turn battering into your more than willing pussy. The slick noises edged you both on. The smell of sex and pheromones overwhelmed the bathroom.

Your gummy walls are just as mean to his poor cocks. Milking him for every drop he would seem release like tidal waves into your orfice.

“Kiss me.”

The Demand of a Sea God couldn’t be ignored. Your mouths meshed in a battle for dominance. Humans had sharp teeth in ruts and heat, but nothing compared to the massive fangs resting in his jaw. Your lips with nipped at, bruised and one even split from his kisses but you couldn’t care less.

Rafayel let go of your wrist to grip the edge of the tub. His hair clung to his forehead as he panted. “Gonna fill you so full-“ You chest tightened at his words. You weren’t on any protection. He was in Rut, and god knows how potent Lemurian males were in Rut.

“N-no, hold on-“

“What?” He pouts, that innocent face would be so adorable if he wasn’t driving up into you like his life depended on it. “Don’t you want my pretty eggs? Oh we’d have such cute hatchlings.” His claw presses in your lower abdomen-where you could feel his cock-and where his eggs would lay. “I’ll take you to the sea to lay them. I’ll be the one feeding you fruits. I’ll be the one singing them Lemurian lullaby’s. I’ll be the one worshipping you-.”

“Cum in me.”

“What?”

“Breed me.”

How could he deny his Queen?

Rafayel didn’t need to be told twice. The command itself sent him tumbling into a spiral. The remaining bath water was splashed across the marble floors. His eyes rolled back, a ferocious growl echoing in your ears. Your walls clamped down around his dual cocks as you both reached the peak.

The first few spurts were expected, but when it kept going- “Raf!”

He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you escape him so quickly. “Easy Girl, they’re not done yet.” How much cum could he possibly have?!

Each spurt sent a warm feeling in your tummy that had you sobbing from pleasure. Your aching walls weren’t helping. When Rafayel gave one final groan and released you to lay against his chest, the iridescent cum trickled down your shaking thighs. It resembled pearls, all shiny and reflecting in the sunset peeking through the windows.

“Rest now, My Love. My Beautiful Queen.”

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everlastingserenitys · 3 months ago

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I saw this video and it's sooo caleb coded!!! >_< so here's a little something I made <3 little short and sloppy sorry :(

cw. fondling, fingering, nipple play, gentle sex, needy!caleb, kinda fluffy hehe

"ey pipsqueak, we need to clean this closet out. try some of these dresses to see if they still fit you." Caleb said as he grabbed a handful of mini dresses and threw them on the bed.

an annoyed sigh escaped your lips and you skimmed through all the dresses to see which one to try first.

eventually after searching for a bit, you found a simple silky light pink-ish one and you headed towards the bathroom to get changed.

after you got changed, you looked into the mirror and fuck, this dress was perfect. you step out the bathroom and sit back on the bed to find another dress to wear, but before you could pick out one more, Caleb turned around and threw a shirt at your face.

"aye! what was that for!" you chuckle, removing the shirt off of your face and looked at Caleb, whos eyes were definitely not on yours.

you follow his gaze and they stop right where you expected.

your cleavage. what a fuckin' pervert.

"Caleb?"

"hm?"

"what are y-"

but Caleb doesn't let you speak. he throws another shirt at you before strutting his way to the bed and immediately climbed on top of you.

when you lifted the shirt off your face you were met with Calebs large figure shadowing over you. his eyes were filled with need and suddenly he lifted you off your back and placed you on his lap.

"this dress, pipsqueak..." he sighed, tracing his fingers along the curves of your figure, while also toying with the fabric bonding with your body.

"what 'bout it?" you tease, poking at his chest and that caused a desperate whimper to escape out of his lips. Calebs large hands mold around your hips and he flips you over, so now his chest was pressed against your back.

his fingers snake your whole body, and finally he made it to your breasts. with a quick movement he immediately cups his hands around them.

he toyed with your breasts, squeezing, pressing, pulling on them. all through the dress, and he was trying to hold himself back so, so bad but of course he couldn't.

"too pretty.." he mumbled and slid his fingers under the top part of your dress. his cold fingertips immediately make contact with your perked up nipple and he pinched and pulled at it, letting low, quiet moans escape your lips.

"Caleb.." you whisper, your voice laced with neediness. Caleb hums against your shoulder as the dress that was on you, was now almost about to slide off your body.

but Calebs movements didn't stop though, he continued to play with your tits like they were stress balls.

your head tilts back in pleasure as you felt arousal surging through you. Calebs rough lips start to leave kiss marks on your shoulder, and soon seek lower and lower on your body.

he removed his hands from your breasts and slid the remaining of your silky dress off, until you were left bare and exposed beneath him. a low whistle was heard from behind you and Caleb soon flipped you over until you were facing him.

he immediately eyes down your figure and his gaze lingers on your pussy for a second before he pushed you down, so that you were laying on your back.

Caleb grabs onto your ankles and wraps them around his hips, his fingers fumbled on his belt for a second and he took multiple tries to unbuckle it open and finally, when a click was heard he took the rest of his clothes off.

"I shouldn't had made you try the dresses huh?" Caleb mumbled, pressing his leaking tip with your already soaking entrance. you shook your head in response and a mocking chuckle was head from Caleb before he slowly, carefully, pushed himself deeper in you.

you felt like you were in heaven.

his perfectly molded cock stretched out your walls like it was used to it. you slowly rode yourself against Caleb, letting both you and him savour the slow undeniable pleasure rushing through both of you.

the sounds of both of your moans filled the room, you felt Calebs fingers wrap around your hips as he kept a firm grip on them, not quickening the pace in you at all. he needed to take this slowly, and perfectly.

"somethin' about that dress makes me...ngh feel like this?" Caleb mentions, his purple gaze continues to look down at you with love.

"I just don't know...if it was the dress." another deeper thrust was sent through you.

"or you."

you let out a loud moan when you felt Caleb push his full length in you and kept you there for a moment, just to stare into your eyes.

you stare up at Caleb with teary eyes as he continued to look down with you with only love filled in his eyes. "what d'ya think pipsqueak?" he asked.

"me, of course."

Caleb chuckled and shook his head, "of course it's you." he said, pulling himself halfway out of you and then slowly thrusting himself back and forth, seeking for release.

"cal- 'm gonna cum!" you whine, your fingertips digging in the bedsheet as you tried to ride yourself to release quicker. but Caleb hushes you pulls out.

"dont ride it out too fast," he frowned, pressing a finger against your twitchy clit, giving it a few rubs. you moan and tilt your head back in pleasure. Calebs fingers seek your soaking already stretched out cunt and slid a finger in as he stroked you in a slow, deliberate movement.

something about this felt way better than trying to release any quicker, you closed your eyes shut as he continued to lazily stroke you in a slow rhythm.

"'m close." you gasp out and Caleb nodded, still continuing his movements inside you. and then a wave of pleasure washed through you as you felt yourself reach climax.

a sigh left your lips when you felt Calebs fingers slide out of you and help you sit up on the bed.

"my turn now!" he chuckled.

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bi-writes · 5 months ago

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sweet as simon's sugar-mommy <3 (18+) PREVIOUS

you trace a line down the side of his mask. he looks so peaceful when he sleeps, and he sleeps like a rock with you. snores all thick and low. you needed a nap after work, and you just curled up right here on the couch, and he just followed your lead. now it's dinner time, and you're hungry, but you don't want to wake him when he looks so cute.

as your hand falls over his lower stomach, you're reminded he's not so cute everywhere. nope, not cute...but delicious.

you wake him up with soft kisses to his cheek. you tease the band of his sweats, smoothing a palm over his happy little trail, and when he blinks his eyes open and turns his head towards you, you pucker your lips and slide a hand between his thick thighs.

"can i?" you purr, and simon sighs deeply. his blushes always show on his chest, pale skin burning a little pinker, and you giggle when he nudges his nose against yours.

it's heaven with you. you look so cute. bobbing your head, pretty lips wrapped around his cock, suckling on his tip all sloppy and wet. you pay special attention to the underside of him, wrapping your hand around the tip and tugging gently until he spurts hot cum onto your tongue.

it's all worth it when he cups your face to kiss you and you feel the sting of the ring he's wearing, white gold band on his thick finger on his left hand⏤just where it's meant to be.

you sit like that beside him at the dinner table, same smile on your face as you load his plate with veggies (you need more greens, baby) that you did putting his dick into your mouth not even an hour earlier.

he takes you to work now. you hate the manner in which he does, that obnoxious motorcycle that makes way too much noise, but you couldn't help yourself when his birthday came around. you saw the helmet in the boxes when he finally moved in (just until you get back on your feet, yeah?), and you woke him up that morning naked with the keys to the bike between your teeth.

if you fucked him with the helmet on later that day, too, well...no one had to know about that.

he's getting better at receiving your gifts. at first, you had to pretend they weren't gifts. when he came out of the shower, you'd hand him some new clothes, or he'd touch something on the shelf at the shops, and somehow he'd find it in the bags once you got back home. he learned slowly that giving him things was your love language; the shine in your eyes when you saw him using something you gave him made him warm all over.

you're still getting him used to baths, too. your bathroom has a magnificent tub--white porcelain, wide and large, jets, gold detailing. the first time you tried to get him to take a bath, he couldn't find it in himself to sit still like that and relax. he doesn't know how to relax.

your new strategy seems to work, though. you kick off your heels from work. simon's in the living room, his tools laid out on the coffee table. there's a disassembled handgun there, and he's oiling up one of the chambers when you lean over the couch and wrap your arms around his big shoulders. you kiss the side of his mask, watching him, getting a little too distracted watching a thick finger push into the cylinder slowly to clean it.

"hey, hot stuff," you coo in his ear. he grunts, looking away, but you hear the heavy swallow in his throat as he tries to be anything but bashful. "i'm exhausted. gonna get in the bath. wanna join me?"

simon doesn't say anything at first. he's still feeling it out, the relaxing part, but when he turns to look at you, you're unbuttoning your blouse and shimmying out of your work skirt. both fall at your feet, and when you unclasp your bra and toss it, the drop of your tits is enough to have him on his feet and following you into the bathroom.

simon always gets in first. he settles with his back against the far side, and then you get in. you make a show of bending over to sit, and simon snarls a little when he's facing the curve of your ass for just a beat too long. you lean back against his chest, letting the warm water and bubbles cover you both. his arms circle around your middle, and you close your eyes once the water has settled.

"feel nice?" you mumble. simon just shrugs, and you turn over a little until your chin rests on his shoulder. you cup the back of his neck, scratching as his cropped blonde hair with your nails, and he hums a little. your new manicure is simon-approved, it seems, and he leans into your hand as you drag the tips of your nails across his head and soothe him that way. "you deserve it, baby."

it's hard for him to hear it, but you try to say it anyways. there's good days and bad days. some days, it's failed cake recipes and good takeout and hours spent on the couch watching movies. he'll be smiling all day, enjoying the quiet and peace of his new life, and then you'll make love and take a long walk and sleep in the next morning.

other days, the pain in his back seems to hit him tenfold. the spasm in his knee acts up, and he'll falter a little, and he'll look ashamed when he has to take a seat, even if it means sliding down the nearest wall until he's sitting on the floor and cupping under his knee with a hiss. those days, you see a little less of simon riley, and a little more of something else. he looks defeated. you know he must feel useless. his body betrays him, but his mind knows better, and you know it kills him inside because he'll spend the rest of the day quiet and in another headspace.

it doesn't matter how much of himself he is that day. simon deserves it, you know he does. he deserves good food and expensive wine and nice things. he deserves hot baths and hydrating moisturizers and as much chocolate as he can stomach. he deserves messy kisses and more than one orgasm, and if you can give him even a fraction of it, it's money and time and love well-spent. simon has always been dealt the worst hand⏤he's earned this life of luxury.

"my..." simon clears his throat as you sit in his lap at your vanity, draping a cool face mask over his face. you're listening still, just concentrating on smoothing the edges of the face mask over his nose and along his cheeks, massaging the excess product into his neck. "my team is gonna be around next week. goin' to the pub. if..." simon swallows, and you meet his eyes. "if y'd like t'come..."

you smile a little.

"is this...your little task force?" you tease, and simon just purses his lips.

"just...they want t'meet you."

you put your hands on his shoulders, giggling. he looks so cute with the face mask on, and he's even cuter when he's being shy. those eyes are deadly--a killer's eyes, you know this deep down, but simon will never scare you. he's your big, soft teddy bear, and he sleeps in thousand thread-count cotton sheets now.

"you told them about me?"

he gives you that dead stare, but all it does is make you laugh. you scoop out a generous amount of body butter from a container on your vanity and start to massage it into his shoulders.

"you are so adorable, simon," you murmur, watching and feeling as the tension in his shoulders starts to melt under your warm touch. already, your fingers are working the knots out of his neck, and he leans towards you as they touch a particularly tender area. "right there, baby? oh..."

the conversation quiets. you're much too busy concentrating on pampering your sweet lieutenant.

simon's never been nervous seeing his team before, but he's also been out of service for more than a year now.

they have experiences without him now. life or death situations that they've survived together, without him. jokes and hours spent sleeping on dirt floors, places they've seen and people they've met, and simon's been here, sleeping in a king bed and learning about how much better his skin feels now that he uses that hyaluronic acid serum you gave him a few weeks ago.

he's got a ring on his finger now. there's a credit card in his new wallet (no more velcro, baby) that he doesn't pay for, and even his mask looks different now that you insist on daily rotations of them and frequent washes.

he's a pampered fucking prince, and he doesn't know whether they will laugh at him or not be able to recognize him.

which is worse?

they look the same. his captain still looks like a tired bear, and he still wears that awful hat. johnny still has a giggly grin on his face. kyle still is the one to retrieve the drinks so he can try and talk up some bird that he'll definitely take home later.

they still leave the spot closest to the corner with the wall to his back open for him.

"where's the missus?" john asks. he's nursing a warm drink, ice long melted, and simon scratches the back of his neck.

"workin'. she'll be 'ere soon."

you're on the phone when you walk in. hair clipped up out of your face, perfectly manicured hands holding the phone to your ear as you make your way inside. you walk very assertively, expensive purse over your shoulder, and johnny leans back to look you up and down as you finally come into view. you're wearing a perfectly tailored work suit, blazer over your forearm as you talk animatedly.

your eyes light up when you see simon. you wave at him, blowing him a kiss, and simon shuffles in his seat a little.

"bloody hell," kyle mutters, adjusting the collar of his shirt. "tha' her?"

"tha's her."

you get to the table just as a server brings drinks. he sets down the beers for the sergeants, another whiskey for their captain, but you put the phone aside as you pick up the bourbon and take a whiff of it.

"what is this?" you ask.

"bourbon."

you raise a brow. "really?" you laugh a little. "that's bottom shelf, honey. open up a good bottle, and⏤i'm sure he asked for it on the rocks, did you ask for it on the rocks, baby?"

"he did," johnny grins, and you smile at the server.

"and bring it on the rocks."

you tuck a few notes into the server's shirt pocket and look at captain price expectantly.

"you gonna move, captain, so i can sit next to my fiancé, or should i sit in your lap?" you raise a brow. "great to meet you, by the way. i've heard so much about you."

john chuckles, slipping out of the booth, and you hop up onto it after him. you cup simon's masked face and kiss him softly over it, rubbing a thumb under his eye.

"you alright?" you coo, and simon just nods. "you ate dinner, right? it looks like you didn't eat dinner⏤" the server comes back with the bourbon, on ice, and you hold up a finger, "⏤do you have a menu? you know what, it doesn't matter, just bring us some fish and chips. whatever you have."

johnny can't wipe the smile off his face. he nudges kyle with his elbow, looking at him with wiggly eyebrows, and kyle just chuckles.

you pick up simon's bourbon and take a sip of it, humming low.

"finally. some good fucking liquor."

you pass it to him with a wink before turning back to his team.

"alright, what did i miss?" you ask. you put your phone on silent, sticking it back into your purse, and you assume a relaxed place there in the booth, nails scratching along the back of simon's balaclava as you pay attention to the conversation. simon nearly purrs as you scratch him, leaning into your hand as his eyes flutter a little.

you are enchanting. johnny's enamored with the way you pay such attention to simon even when you're enraptured in conversation. you always keep a hand on him somehow, always showing him you're actively thinking about him with your fingers rubbing circles in the back of his hand or smoothing a touch over his head or leaning your cheek against his shoulder. always touching, always soothing him, always checking in even without words.

kyle notices the way simon is so relaxed. his shoulders are low, his eyes are lidded, and he doesn't fidget like he normally does. he's just leaning into you, completely at ease.

john adores the way you take charge. you always have an answer to everything, and you know exactly what you want. from just the drink you order to the way you talk about your new life, there is nothing timid or questioning about how you feel, about yourself or simon.

where you live? you have places in manchester and london, you come back and forth. are you really getting married? you've never been more sure about anything in your entire life. is simon really that pretty under the mask? he'd be in more magazines if he was out of your bed more often, probably.

on the way out, you pay the tab. you slide a heavy credit card over the table, and you don't even look at the receipt, just sign it quick and take simon's hand when you get outside, waiting for your car.

"you're always welcome at our place," you tell them, smiling wide. "got plenty of guest rooms, don't we, simon?"

"plenty," he echoes, and simon opens the car door for you when it pulls up to the curb. "give me a minute, love."

you duck your head and slide inside, and simon turns back to his team, shrugging his shoulders as he looks at them.

"so?"

"mighty fine, LT," johnny grins.

that's all he really needed to hear.

his belly and his heart are equally full when you ride him that night. he's naked on your bed except for his mask, tattooed arm anchored around your waist as you throw it back, pussy squeezing his cock as your thighs meet his all languid and heavy. your mouth is open, hot breaths leaving you as your dig your nails into his shoulders, and he grunts as he feels his balls tighten up every time you gasp his name.

"what would i do without you?" you whine, and simon grips your ass tight with the other hand, shaking his head.

"i should be askin' tha'."

"n-no," you kiss him, tongue wet against his, and he groans into your mouth as you wiggle your hips, until his cock nudges against your cervix, and you can feel him in your stomach. "i need you, simon. i need you⏤"

"bloody fuckin' hell⏤"

"you deserve it," you babble, fisting the sheets beside his head. you move your hips quicker, cupping his cheeks, and the part of his face that you can see flushes pink at your words. "deserve m-more, simon, y-you deserve⏤"

your breath gets knocked out of you when he flips you onto your back. ankles hanging off his shoulders, back bowed, mouth fallen open, you melt right into the sheets as simon fucks you straight into them. he's so heavy, a big weight pushing him even deeper, and the angle has your toes in a tight curl as he throws you over a cliff's edge as his pelvis stimulates your clit just enough, right there, just like that⏤

his cum between your thighs is warm. you bite your lip when you feel his thick fingers cup your pussy, sliding through your folds before he pushes two fingers into you, soft and slow. you whine from the overstimulation, but your hips push into his hand anyway.

"you spoil me," simon mutters in your ear.

"how's that?" you whisper, nudging your nose against his. he props himself up on his elbow, pushing his fingers into you to the last knuckle. your legs shake a little, and your back arches again, pebbled nipples pressing against his taut chest as you give into him.

"olways givin' me wot i want," simon hisses. "olways sayin' yes ta me. keepin' me fat 'n happy...think i don't know wot y'r doin'?"

you giggle, touching his lips. he's fighting a smile, dark eyes trained on your own, and you trace his bottom lip as he pulls his fingers out and swipes an eager tongue over them.

you pinch his hard jaw between a few fingers and bring him closer. when you kiss, he relaxes, and the thought of simon having just another good night's sleep in your big, comfy bed makes your heart clench.

seeing his team tonight made you think, and while it hurts to admit it, you are happy simon will never go back with them. he'll never join them again. he'll always be here, his head on your silk pillow. he'll always be home, eating good food, getting the attention and the care he so desperately needs.

what he's so desperately owed.

simon would've died for king and country, and they don't deserve it. they can't have him.

he's mine.

"thanking you for your service is all, lieutenant."

it's the truth, even if he doesn't want to hear it. he's warranted this kind of life, even if he doesn't believe it, even if he rejects the soft hands and the comfy cushions and the filling food. simon is an abused dog; he's not violent to his core, he isn't a biter or a fighter by nature, but when you are forced into a corner for all your life, it's the only thing you understand⏤it's all you know.

you don't want that kind of life for him. you don't think it was the one meant for him. simon's been looking over his shoulder for his entire life, but it's over now.

it's time for him to lay his head down. it's time for him to rest.

"do you miss it?" you ask. you know he's not asleep; his heartbeat hammers under your ear, and even though it's dark in the room, you know he must be looking at you. you can feel his eyes, even though you can't see them on you.

do you miss them? do you wish you were there and not here? is there a part of you still stuck there, finger on the trigger, mind over matter, life in-between death?

"no."

simon tells you this with ease. his voice doesn't waver. his hand anchors itself to your back, where you know it will stay⏤where you know it will be tonight and even into the morning.

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yanadolls · 29 days ago

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I need a part 2 to that Nagi x reader one from a couple of days ago, omg it was so good I am begging on my hands and knees 🙏🙏🙏

FREAK LIKE ME!

||| FEATURING: NAGI SEISHIRO X FEM USER

||| 18+, MDNI ── .✦ pervert!nagi, shower sex, unprotected sex, size kink, cursing, creampie, petnames, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, smut to fluff

PREVIOUS PART: HERE

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nagi slowly processed what just happened, sighing at the cum that messily covered his hand and abs. he was far too lazy and way too distracted to clean it up right now.

he knew very well himself that he hadn't misheard your sweet voice moan out his name in the shower. nagi was a very attentive person, despite what most people thought, and when he glanced through the crack of the bathroom door, his eyes darkened a bit. it was hard to see clearly due to the hot water fogging up the glass, but by the way your body was positioned, he could tell you weren't showering in there anymore. he silently cursed as he grew hard again, imagination running wild at what exactly you could be doing in there to yourself.

'might as well find out.'

he thought to himself as he pushed off the mattress, not even bothering to put his shorts or boxers back on.

you were caught off guard by the door suddenly swinging open, and you immediately removed your hand from your cunt. your cheeks flushed furiously, did he hear you? were you gonna get kicked out and banished from his home?! anxiety coursed through your veins as you tried to play it off.

"h-hey nagi! i'm still showering, get out!"

"are you now? didn't sound like it."

he scoffed quietly, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. without any warning, nagi opened the shower door, stepping inside with you. all anxiety you were once feeling disappeared as he moved close to you, your pussy fluttering with anticipation and nervousness; yet still shocked by the lazy boy's boldness. there was a look in his eyes that was abnormal- unlike his usual sleepy and bored one. you couldn't help but have your focus shift on his nude body in front of you, hot water pouring down on the both of you. his dick was big- like..huge. it made your legs tremble just thinking about him forcing it into your little hole.

nagi grabbed your waist, pinning you against the cold shower wall. it made you hiss, arching your back off of it to get away from the uncomfortable temperature change. he stared down at you, drinking up the sight of all your features that he had only fantasized about for months.

he deserved this. he deserved to be given this golden opportunity after being patient for so long. finally.. he didn't have to hold back, since it was clear you wanted him too.

"do you even realize what you do to me, baby? it was such a fucking hassle waiting to touch you however i pleased- had to resort to fucking my fist instead, wishing it was you i was inside."

you whimpered at his words, suddenly feeling much smaller than him. nagi was usually so lazy and catlike, it made you forget how physically strong he was and how much larger he was compared to you. his hands roamed down to the back of your thighs, grabbing them and hoisting you against the wall, letting you wrap your legs around his waist.

"you don't have to wait anymore.."

he grunted at your words, messily pressing his lips to yours. your hands went to grip at his biceps as your tongue clashed with his, although he easily overpowered you. nagi was truly a different man with the right motivation, and right now he was motivated to fuck you good. he held you up with one arm, the other grabbing his hard dick and guiding it to your cunt, rubbing it between your folds to elicit a moan from you.

"you're kind of a slut, don't you think?" nagi grumbled as he slowly pushed the tip into you, beginning to stretch you out with each inch. "leaving the door open by a crack so i could see you showering, touching yourself in the shower and moaning my name.."

you cried out as he pushed more of his delicious cock inside of you, filling you up in ways you had only dreamed of- only now, it was reality.

"i-i didn't realize the door was open!"

"bullshit. even if that was true, what about all those little skirts you wore around me? how you bent down in front of me? or what about the times your hand just 'accidentally' brushed against my crotch?"

nagi moved to your neck, biting and licking the wet skin harshly as he began thrusting in and out at a brutal pace, a loud gasp escaping your throat.

"f-fuck! mmh, nagiii.." you moaned out, squirming slightly in his arms from the pain and pleasure. "t-too big.."

he kissed the pout on your lips away, fingernails digging into your hips as he pressed you against the wall, fucking you full with his thick cock. it simply wasn't fair how large he was. unnaturally talented, unnaturally attractive.. and now, unnaturally big in size. he was perfect without even trying, and it almost made you mad. his tip kissed your cervix with each thrust inside your gummy walls, making you lose your breath every time. you were so happy, finally getting dicked down by the guy you had been touching yourself to at night for months.

don't worry, he's been doing the same.

"imagined this so many times.."

he admitted, eyes glazed with lust as he deeply stared at your face, watching every single expression that came onto it. pleasure, embarrassment- he loved it all. nagi thought you were so cute, especially on his cock like this. he sped up his pace, determined to make you gush all over him.

"wanted to fuck you so hard every time we were alone.." the snowy haired man rambled on, which was completely unlike him. "and here you are, such a good girl f'me.. taking me perfectly. knew you would- just knew you would be incredible."

the sound of skin slapping echoed off the walls in the bathroom, water dripping down your bodies and providing a lubricant for nagi to slide in and out easily. tears rolled down your cheeks, choked sobs and loud moans shamelessly left your lips as you were totally drunk on cock with a blank mind. the only thing you could think about was how amazing your best friend was fucking you, and your tears only made nagi go harder on you.

only he could get you like this. only he could fuck you so good to the point you cry. only he could make you feel like you were in heaven just by being on his cock.

him, only him.

"mine.. all mine." he groaned as he licked your tears away, thrusts getting sloppier. nagi was getting close, and by the way your walls were tightening around him, he could tell you were close, too.

"uhh huhh.. all yours, 'm all yours nagi! aah.."

"such a cute thing. how can your little body even take me?"

his dick throbbed inside of you as he saw a bulge form in your tummy each time he pushed deep inside. you were so small, so easy to manhandle and throw into any position he'd like. nagi fucking loved that about you.

"s-shit, i'm gonna cum."

he warned, pushing you more against the wall as his eyebrows furrowed, jaw tightening.

"inside! want it inside, please! n-need it so, so bad!"

"fuck-!"

you both moaned out, unable to hold back anymore. you clenched down on him, teary eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came on his dick, making a mess. nagi came immediately after you, pressing his tip against your womb and shooting his load deep inside. the feeling was incredible- you had never experienced such an intense orgasm in your life.

"so good f'me, baby.."

nagi murmured, pressing a kiss to your eyebrow as he slowly pulled out of you. for a moment, he just held you in his arms, coming down from the best sex either of you had ever had. carefully, he set you down but kept his arms around you, sleepily burying his face into your wet hair. right now, his thoughts were pure. he was happy to have you in his embrace, in a way that meant more than friendship.

"think i'm in love with you." he spoke so bluntly per usual, yet it still made your cheeks warm.

"i love you, too.."

"really?"

you tilted your head up, looking at nagi like he was stupid. he pouted once he met your gaze, flicking your forehead in retort.

"what's with that look?"

you couldn't help but huff, but turned to face him and hugged him properly. he was so cute without trying, even after rearranging your guts just minutes prior. a soft giggle escaped your lips, smiling at the handsome man.

"i just let you fuck me and you're asking if i really love you?"

"dunno.." his cheeks warmed a bit, "maybe you still didn't like me. but if you do..does that mean we're dating now?"

"don't be silly, of course we are!"

with a quick rinse, you both finally stepped out of the shower, albeit your legs were shaking. you reentered the bedroom and dressed yourselves before crawling onto the bed with an exhausted sigh. nagi pulled you into his arms, reaching for his phone that sat on the nightstand with the intentions of playing a youtube video for you both to watch. just as you were getting ready to doze off on your now-boyfriend's chest, the heavy sigh that left his lips caught your attention.

"oh.."

"huh? what is it?"

curiously, you lifted your head to see what he was looking at on his phone. two mintues ago, someone had texted him...

reo: dude, i'm still in the kitchen.. are u two serious rn??

reo: i'm coming up with the food in 5 mins. please stop fucking each other so we can eat, thanks! hope u had fun though even if it was kinda awkward hearing :P

"oh."

AN: KEKW I LOVE THE END >.< it's not as pervert!nagi as before but i hope its still good! i had like 3 requests for part two as well as a lot of comments so here u go!! reqs are still open but i'm getting a lot now which is soo crazy (srsly tysm!) so i'm really sorry if yours isn't done right away. i got super busy this week so i apologize for slow posts! exams are eating me right now.. also for some reason the photos are fucked up again on laptop IDK WHY IT KEEPS DOING THIS ITS SOO ANNOYING so please ignore that

tags: @recordsonmyfingers @gojosluvv @starysa @lilastimeee

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calsbbyapple · 1 month ago

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LADS men when you deny them a kiss

pairing: Xavier x fem!reader, Zayne x fem!reader, Rafayel x fem!reader, Sylus x fem!reader, Caleb x fem!reader (established relationship)

A/N: not proofread, slightly suggestive in Sylus and Rafayel's parts (only a smidge)

Enjoy!

✧. ┊⁭ Xavier ┊⁭ .✧

"Xavi, the recipe stated one teaspoon. That's not a teaspoon."

"Aren't they all the same....?"

You sigh, holding back the urge to laugh as you eye him from across the counter. It was a regular Saturday morning, and Xavier had insisted on finally conquering the one area he seemed to not have mastered yet; the kitchen. You, being a fairly decent cook, had been a good sport about it and had pulled out the old cookbooks you had gotten from Grandma as a basis to start from.

Which led to the two of you here: you holding the cookbook, a recipe for bread open, while Xavier stood across from you, a dejected look on his face and covered from head to toe in various patches of flour. It was everywhere. In his hair, on his face, on the apron you had wrestled on him despite his insistence that he did not need it.

"If I could just-" you start, only to be interrupted by him again. "No. I need to do this alone. I will master this bread, one way or the other." The determination in his eyes almost made you break, but you powered through the strongest urge to smile. You couldn't break down his esteem, not when he looked so genuinely determined.

An hour passed, and soon, one hour became two.

"This is madness. How is a simple thing like bread so difficult to make?" Xavier muttered to himself, a touch of helplessness evident in his calm voice while he inspected the lump he had just pulled out of the oven in front of him. It was gloppy on one side, hard as a brick on the other.

"Xavi, we're out of flour now." You told him and he pouted, he pouted at you, looking so much like a kicked puppy that you absolutely could not stop yourself anymore. You burst into laughter, shaking your head. "Your determination is admirable, babe."

He huffed and muttered something under his breath, only to watch as you laughed, a small smile quirking on his lips. Still giggling, you pick up a wet cloth and move closer to him, starting to wipe off the flour from his face. His large hands automatically found their way on your waist, holding you as he watched the way your expression looked so relaxed and happy around him.

Out of impulse, (or maybe it was muscle memory) he leaned in, intending to kiss you gently. Only for his small trek to be interrupted by your hand slapping on his puckered lips. "You're full of flour right now, Xavi." You laughed and his eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

"Starlight, let me kiss you." He huffed, trying to close the distance once more, only to grumble when you stop him once more.

Abruptly, he pulled away and grabbed the cloth from your hand. Within the next few seconds, he rigorously wiped his face off until it was almost tinged red and, thankfully, void of even a speck of flour.

Crowding you against the counter, he held your chin to make you look up at him. "There, I'm all clean now. Happy? Now give me my kiss."

This time when he leaned in, you didn't pull back. Your lips connected in a sweet kiss, before he pulled away and peppered your face with soft kisses, kisses that made you giggle and clutch his collar tighter.

"I love you, my starlight. Thank you for being so patient with me." He murmured in between the feathery kisses and you beam up at him, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I love you too, Xavier. Even if you can't cook to save your life."

"Hey, I tried."

✧. ┊⁭ Zayne ┊⁭ .✧

The sunlight peeking through the gaps in the curtains was the first thing you saw when you woke up on a usual weekday morning. Stretching your arms out, you heard the muted sound of the shower running in the bathroom as you slowly sat up, your hair defying all rules of gravity as it stuck in every direction possible.

The sheets were rumbled beside you, and you leaned down to take a whiff of the scent clinging on the pillowcase, a warm feeling blooming inside you when you noticed the soft hint of cologne, a scent most undeniably like the man who was currently taking a shower.

Speak of the devil, and he shall arrive. Just as that thought entered your mind, the door to the bathroom opened and steam billowed out like a mushroom cloud from the doorway. Right after it, Zayne walked out, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Looking over at the bed, surprise flooded his features for a moment before he smiled slightly at you, a silent greeting as he came closer to you, sitting down on the bed next to your adorable, sleep hazed self.

"Good morning, my love. You're up early today." His voice was low and soothing, making you sigh in contentment, nuzzling in the hand that came up to brush your bangs out of your face and caress your cheek. "You have work...?" You ask with a small yawn and Zayne's lips twitched more in a smile, nodding.

"I do. I should be getting ready now." He muttered, leaning over to press his lips to yours in a sweet, good morning gesture. However, before he could come any closer, your hands flew up and covered your mouth, shaking your head wide eyed.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." You explain in answer to his confused and slightly concerned expression. Upon your explanation, he chuckled softly and shook his head. "I'm about to leave for a 24 hour surgery and you won't even let me kiss you because of something that doesn't even bother me? That's not very nice of you, dearest."

With that, he pulled your hands away from your mouth and swiftly leaned in, capturing your lips with his before you could retaliate. "Zaynie-" your protests are swallowed by his lips, and by the time he pulled away, you were winded and completely out of breath.

"That's my girl. Perfect in every way possible."

✧. ┊⁭ Rafayel ┊⁭ .✧

You sighed in boredom as you scrolled past yet another reel on your phone where couples are being lovely with each other. It wasn't fair, knowing that Rafayel was too busy to give you much attention today. His latest art exhibition was just around the corner, and for once, Rafayel was stressed about getting every painting perfect. Which meant that he was cooped up in his studio like a(n adorable) hermit, hunched over yet another easel while you were sprawled out on your boyfriend's incredibly cushy bed, a permanent scowl on your face.

Just as you were about to throw your phone at the wall in frustration and boredom, you came across a reel that caught your attention. 'Pranking my boyfriend by denying his kisses', the caption immediately caught your attention, and you watched the reel with rapt interest.

The girl explained how her boyfriend had not been giving her any attention due to his gaming addiction ("Amen, sister." You mutter, thinking about Rafayel's obsession with his artwork right now.) hence she was punishing him by pranking him and denying his kisses. The next few seconds, you watched as the boyfriend slowly unraveled into a mess, his game forgotten as he tried to kiss his girlfriend. Once the video ended, with the couple kissing and laughing, you had made up your mind.

Getting up, you tossed your phone on the bed and made your way towards the studio, where you could hear faint noises coming. "No, Thomas, I can't just 'speed things up'. This is art, you can't speed up art." Rafayel's snappish voice filled the hallway as you opened the door and entered the studio.

Rafayel was, for a lack of a better word, a mess. There was paint in his hair, on his cheek, on his shirt, and even on his pants. His posture was so bad at that moment, it made you internally sigh as you eyed how he was hunched over the easel like a turtle. His eyes were fiery with frustration and determination, his strokes on the painting firm and deliberate.

"Thomas, quit whining, or else I'll find someone else to be my exhibitionist." Rafayel was still talking on the phone, his eyes turning to find yours once he heard your footsteps coming closer. He passed you a small smile of greeting before it dropped in offense at something Thomas said on the other end. "Excuse me? The hell you mean, 'if I find someone else who can tolerate my theatrics'?"

You sit down on the couch in front of him, hiding a mischievous smile. Did you feel bad about what you were about to do? Absolutely. But will you let that stop you from doing it? Hell no. Finally, after much squabbling on both sides, Rafayel finally cut the call and placed his phone on the table beside him, turning to you and opening his arms for you. "Hey cutie, sorry for the chaos."

You get up and make your way towards him, letting him wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. Rafayel sighed dramatically, as if the mere notion of hugging you had filled him up with the energy he needed. "Missed my pretty girl." He murmured, leaning in to press his lips to yours, his eyes already fluttering close.

However, he opened them again in confusion when instead of feeling the soft plushness of your lips against his, he felt the softness of your cheek. "Huh? What's wrong?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing as he tried kissing you once more, only for his lips to land on your other cheek. "Cutie." He whined, trying once more and scowling when his lips met your nose this time.

"Are you angry at me? I'm sorry, I know I should've taken a break sooner." He tried in vain once more to kiss your lips, both of you almost leaning out of the stool he was sitting on. Letting out a frustrated sound when you denied his kiss once more, he sighed dramatically.

"This is it. My time has come. What is the point of making this artwork when the love of my life won't even kiss me? My reason for living has been taken from me. I must destroy this painting now, to avenge the love I once had, the love I lost."

You finally could not bear it any longer when Rafayel picked up his brush once more with the intent of not just destroying his artwork, but also giving poor Thomas a heart attack. "Raffie, stop, it was a prank." You burst out laughing, holding his hand to prevent him from ruining the painting.

"A prank? A prank? Oh, you menace." Rafayel grinned mischievously as he dropped the paintbrush on the holder, using his now free hand to squeeze your cheeks and peppering dramatic little pecks on your lips. You laughed in between the pecks, squirming in his arms before he pressed a long, firm kiss on your lips.

"Don't think this is over, cutie. Let this exhibition pass, then I'll show you what happens to pretty girls who prank their poor boyfriends."

✧. ┊⁭ Sylus ┊⁭ .✧

"Come on, Kitten, I know you can do better than that."

"Is that the best you got? How disappointing."

"Just a few more minutes, you can take it. I know you can."

You sighed in frustration, shooting Sylus the best glare you could muster as he dodged past yet another attack you had landed on him in the boxing ring. The annual Hunter's Association Olympics, an Olympics setting training competition that your workplace held every year, was just around the corner and you had decided to ask Sylus, your boyfriend's help to prepare for it.

Sylus, always loving a challenge, especially when it came to you, agreed without a second's hesitation and now, here were the two of you, sparring in the middle of the large boxing ring in his personal gym.

Both of you were sweating like pigs, and the muscles in your arms were burning from overexertion by now. But, you refused to yield to him, the competitive part of you refused to kneel. "You could do me a favor and shut your pretty mouth." You called out as you threw your entire weight in the punch aimed at his abdomen, whining in protest when he caught your hand easily.

A rich chuckle escaped his lips and he smirked down at you, looking so damn cocky and so fine. "So, you think I'm pretty, Kitten?" He drawled out as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on your knuckles. Despite your frustration, a flush grew on your face at his words and his antics.

"you're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot, Sweetie."

The back and forth continued for another few minutes, Sylus dodging your attacks before he noticed that you were getting worked up past your limit by now. "Alright, that's enough for now. Break time." He said, holding your fists to stop you.

Panting from exertion, you watched as he pressed a button and not even a minute later, Luke and Kieran burst into the room, flanked with electrolytes and post workout snacks. "Hey boss lady, we got you your favorites." Luke's excitement had you grinning back at him as you walked over, instantly grabbing a bag of the snacks you liked the best.

Sylus followed you, his steps calm and measured despite how winded he looked as well. Grabbing a bottle of electrolytes, he cracked open the cap and gulped nearly half the bottle in one go.

"Sy, my arms hurt now. It's all your fault." You whined from his side and he chuckled, sitting down on the floor and pulling you into his lap. "Well then, let's get that sorted out, shall we?" He muttered, starting to massage your aching muscles.

A soft sigh escaped your lips from contentment, and you laid your head on his shoulder, watching him peacefully. "Good kitten." He murmured, pressing a kiss on your forehead. Soon, the forehead kiss became a kiss on your eyelids, then your cheeks, and finally, just as they were hovering over your lips, you pulled your head back.

"You stink, Sy. And this is punishment for not letting me win the training."

Sylus's face betrayed his confusion before it morphed into slight exasperation. "Sweetie, don't be stubborn." He tried to kiss you again, only to be intercepted once more. Well then, two could play this game, he thought as he eyed your sly grin.

Before you could realize what was happening, his large hand cradled your jaw and pulled your face closer to him firmly, pressing his lips to yours in a firm, toe-curling kiss. By the time he pulled away, you looked slightly dazed, clutching onto his shirt. But, he wasn't done yet.

You were still processing the kiss before he got up, using only one arm to toss you over his shoulder like a (very cute) sack of potatoes.

"Looks like Kitten needs another training, in the bedroom this time."

"Sylus!"

His chuckles and your squeals filled the quiet corridors of his home as he walked with you to his bedroom.

✧. ┊⁭ Caleb ┊⁭ .✧

It was one of the rare days when Caleb was home from the Deepspace Tunnel, when he was not chronically stressed about missions or Fleet politics.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, both you and Caleb had decided to do a bit of spring cleaning around the house. Old books, broken trinkets from the past, clothes you both no longer fit inside, soon enough the pile in the living room grew into a mini mountain.

Right as you were folding up the rest of the clothes to put away in the cupboard, Caleb came running in the room, a silly grin on his face and a familiar box in his hand.

"Pips, wanna see if you're still as bad at this as you were the last time we played this?"

You shoot him a playful glare, eyeing the box in his hand. Kitty cards, you couldn't even remember the last time you had played them.

"Watch me hand your ass to you, Cal."

An hour later..

You should be used to it by now.

Yet, it still made your jaw drop when Caleb, your absolute sweetheart of a boyfriend, became a beast whenever you were playing kitty cards.

"Annd, that's another win in my pile." He grinned triumphantly as he counted his points while you stared at him in stunned silence.

3-0

That's how bad you had lost this time. No amount of bribes, cuteness or even threats had deterred Caleb from winning.

"You-! Oh, this is so unfair! I'm not going to play with you anymore." You whined, and Caleb laughed. "Sorry, honey. A game's a game." He grinned and your bottom lip jutted out involuntarily in a pouty scowl.

Noticing your expression, he chuckled as he came over, ruffling your hair. "I thought you were going to 'hand my ass' to me? This is why you shouldn't challenge me, pipsqueak."

You huffed and turned away from him, stubbornly running your fingers through your hair to smooth it out. Caleb chuckled, skirting you to come and stand in front of you.

"Honey, are you upset cause I won? But last time, you got mad at me cause I let you win."

His hands found your cheeks, thumbs caressing your cheekbones as he tilted your face up. He smiled down at you, tilting his head slightly. "My beautiful girl." He whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

However, you turned your head right in time, making him kiss your cheek instead. "You're forgetting something." You stated and he blinked before his lips quirked in a smile.

"Please let me kiss you, honey?" He coaxed, leaning in once more, only to have you moving your head again. "Pips, why are you torturing me, babe?" His tone turned slightly whiney but you stayed rigid. "Caleb, think hard about what you are forgetting about."

His confusion cleared after a moment's realization and he scoffed playfully. "Seriously?" He asked and you nodded, solemn as a rock.

Letting out a long sigh, he let his head hang for a moment before lifting it to look at you with a look that told you that if you weren't the only person he loved, he would've never done this in a million years.

"Pipsqueak, the love of my life, my darling. My princess, my one and only lady. You are eternally better than me at everything, and I'm nothing but a big fat cheater and that's how I won."

You knew exactly what you were doing. Caleb was extremely competitive, and this was your punishment for him whenever he acted too cocky about his victory. And by the way his eyebrow was twitching, you knew it was working.

"Can I please get my kiss now?" He insisted and you finally relented, satisfied by his actions. Opening your arms, you didn't even get the chance to give your verbal approval before he was tackling you to the couch, pressing a firm kiss on your lips.

"You're so lucky I love you more than life itself."

#love and deepspace #lads #lnds #lnds caleb #lads caleb #lads sylus #lads xavier #lads zayne #caleb #lads incorrect quotes #lads rafayel #lnds sylus #sylus #lnds xavier #xavier #lnds rafayel #rafayel #lnds zayne #zayne

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madamechrissy · 7 months ago

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$ Sugar Daddy! Gojo $

$ NSFW- Sugar Daddy Gojo x Sugar Baby reader $

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who loves to pay for your nails just to see how pretty they look when they're wrapped around his cock later that night. He especially loves to babble as you're sucking him so sloppy. Stroking his thick length up and down. 'F-fuck baby.... right there, look at you, can you take more?"

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who offers to up your daily allowance to three thousand if you can take his cock all the way down your throat. As you look up at him, manicured nails trailing up his thighs, tears in your eyes, you let his cock stretch your throat, until your nose is against the white hair on his pelvis. He offers to up it more if he can bust down your throat like this, you swallow him right up.

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who loves taking you shopping for dresses, urging you to try on more and more. He also loves to tip the girls who work there, to ignore the fact that he's in that dressing room, fingering your slick little cunt in each dress. 'T-Toru!" You cry out, as you hear your squelching wetness in that dressing room, his blue eyes glint as he smirks, shoving his two fingers deep, making you cum all over them. 'Try on another, baby' he says, pulling them out and sucking on them.

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who loves to have you ride him in the back of his limo, he lets you take the limo anywhere you want. Now he's got you straddling him, riding his cock, your tits bouncing in the brand new lacy bra he bought you. He laps at your nipples over the lace with his hot, wet mouth, grabbing your hips with his big hands and shoving his cock deep. His leaky tip is grinding on your cervix, you're soaking his Armani slacks as you cum all over him, only for him to order- 'clean this up baby' and have you lick both of you off him.

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who buys you so many panties there's a dresser of them, only for him to take each pair every time. He loves to put them to his face later, inhaling you when he has to work, jerking his cock to the pictures and videos all over his phone of you. He particularly loves the one you took for him where his cum is pouring out of your pussy, ass in the air, covered in his hand prints, and there's money all over the bed around you.

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who you don't even want all this from, all you want is him, but you let him do it because he enjoys it. Gojo takes you to every fancy restaurant you can imagine, feeding you decadent deserts and buying insanely expensive bottles of bubbly, only for him to finger you while you're eating, betting you money you can't hold in your moans. and when you fail at that, he's fucking you right in the bathroom of each one, as you look in the mirror and see your fucked out expression, dressed in an expensive Givenchy dress that he yanks on to pull your tits out and watch them bounce.

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who loves to bring you to work, Satoru is flicking his tongue on your clit while you're on his CEO meeting table, in a room full of fucking glass where anyone can see, all you care about is gripping that silky white hair, shoving his tongue further inside your velvety walls. He leans up, smirking, covered in your slick and says 'taste like a million fuckin dollars, baby' and you whine out 'please, let me cum, Toru...' 'Anything for my baby'

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who has you cumming all over his mouth now, your head is slamming back, thighs shaking around his head, his tongue is stupidly talented, especially when he's fingering you with those long fingers, moaning on your clit. 'Toru! love... love you, f-fuck...' you whine out, only for him to unlatch himself from you clit, picking you up and shoving his cock inside you, lifting you like you're nothing, carrying you over to that twenty story view and fucking you on the window.

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who whispers - 'you know what to call me' and you cry out 'Daddy!' he responds by wrecking your cervix, his thumb circling your clit as he fucks into you. 'Good girl, gonna get you fuckin pregnant, baby, you'll stay mine' which may be concerning to someone else, but you want his cum inside you, want to have his baby, so you just whine out 'please!' begging until he fills your greedy pussy with all his cum, dripping down with your arousal, only for him to shove the cum back in your pussy saying 'don't waste all this now, sweetheart'

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who constantly is buying you jewelry but especially diamonds, diamond necklaces, that are the only thing he'll let you keep on when he fucks you, watching how the necklaces fall between your pretty breasts. He fucks you so good tears fall, he loves to whisper 'you cryin baby' only for you to weakly nod. He also loves especially that diamond tiara he bought you, when you're crying while choking on his cock, and he can stroke your hair and call you 'princess'

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who pays all your bills in your fancy loft, the only agreement is he can come fuck you any time he wants, even when you're asleep, but you always want him, so you make sure to leave everything unlocked and wear no panties. Tonight you wake up clenching around two fingers, whining out as he's already brought you near climax, wet tongue lapping at your clit, hands gripping your waist as your nails are gripping his strong shoulders, he drinks you up before sliding next to you, pulling you against his hard body.

Sugar Daddy! Gojo who offers you a thousand if you brush his hair good enough you make him go to sleep, and you just giggle and shake your head. 'I want you to stay every night, even if you were broke, silly Toru' 'broke, yuck that's disgusting, I'll throw bands on you tomorrow' you snort and roll your eyes, holding his head in your lap and looking at his pretty face as he falls asleep, whispering 'night Daddy' and earning his full lips smiling.

This was a request for Sugar Daddy Gojo! <3 Hope you enjoyedd

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holeforzenin · 2 months ago

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Watching Toji take a piss + tiny blow job…. :3

Toji shifts under you for the third time in five minutes, heavy arms tightening around your waist. You don’t miss the way his jaw flexes, or the way his muscled thighs tense beneath where you’re perched on his lap, snuggled into his chest like you belong right there, glued to him. His voice finally cuts through the quiet—deep and strained.

“Darling”, he rumbles, a slight whine at the edges of his tone, “I gotta piss. Bad”.

You whined and hug him tighter, your soft cheek smooshed against his broad chest. You don’t want to let him go—he’s so warm and he feels sooo comfy under you like a big teddy bear. You feel him groan low in his chest, a frustrated sound, one of his hands squeezing your hip like he’s pleading.

“I’m serious, kiddo. M’about to bust”.

Reluctantly, you pull back while pouting up at him. His green eyes catch yours, pinched with urgency but still soft, fond even. He kisses your forehead quickly before setting you off his lap, grumbling under his breath as he hurries toward the bathroom, his big hand cupping himself through his sweatpants like he’s about to start leaking if he doesn’t hurry.

You follow behind him, barefoot and quiet, peeking in from the bathroom door just as he yanks his sweats down and his cock flops out—thick, flushed at the tip, and twitching slightly. He doesn’t even have time to shut the door.

The moment he finally releases— a thick, powerful stream shoots out, splashing noisily into the toilet. Toji sighs, loud and relieved, his whole body finally relaxing as the tension drains out of him. His head tips back, Adam’s apple bobbing, his eyes fluttering half shut as if it’s pleasurable.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, a ragged groan, his stream still going strong.

You can’t look away—your thighs clench together as you watch it, fascinated, almost hypnotized by how long it goes on, the way his cock pulses slightly with the force of it.

Finally, the stream tapers off, a few last strong spurts hitting the water before he gives a final, shaky sigh.

He shakes himself a little, but a few golden droplets cling stubbornly to his flushed tip, glistening in the light.

Before he can tuck himself away, you’re kneeling in front of him, your hands settling gently on his thighs to steady yourself on the floor. Toji freezes, staring down at you with blown pupils and parted lips.

“Baby…” he warns, his voice rough and unsure, but he doesn’t stop you.

You lean in with your tongue peeking out, and slowly you lap up the lingering droplets, savoring the musky, salty taste from his leaking tip. Toji groans—a low, helpless sound escaping his throat, one hand tangling in your hair, his cock giving a heavy little twitch against your lips.

“Fuck you’re something else, baby,” he rasps, voice trembling just a little as if he’s surprised, pride and affection thick in every word.

You hum against the fat head of his cock, tongue swirling around it lazily before you pull back just far enough to let a thin string of saliva and leftover gold drip from your tongue to his tip. His stomach flexes hard.

“You gonna let me clean the rest?” you whisper, eyes gleaming up at him with something wicked.

Toji lets out a shaky laugh, somewhere between turned on and wrecked which is understandable because even in his 43 years of living, he’s never met anyone as freaky as you. “You’re fucking—hnngh—insane,” he pants, “but yeah, sweetheart. Knock yourself out”.

You flatten your tongue against the underside of his shaft, licking a slow, wet stripe all the way to the base that’s decorated with his curly pubes. He watches you, his jaw slack with every muscle in his thighs trembling as you mouth at him like it’s worship. And when you suck one of his balls into your mouth, his knees nearly buckle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—gonna end up cumming in your mouth if you keep that up”.

You glance up again, your lips slighty swollen with your tongue peeking between your teeth.

“That’s the plan”.

He groans like you punched the air out of him—he grabs a fistful of your hair, guiding your mouth right back to the tip of his cock.

“Open up, baby,” he growls. “You wanted nasty—gonna give it to you”.

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leashybebes · 2 months ago

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Buck jolts awake on the couch with no idea of what time it is, and even less idea of what woke him. The latter resolves itself pretty quickly when, from the other end of the couch, Tommy lets out another window-rattling snore. Mr what are you talking about, Evan, I don't snore has his head tipped back, his mouth wide open. It's a deeply unflattering position and Buck can't help himself, reaches for his phone and snaps a photo.

Tommy's own phone is on the coffee table and if Buck can get there without waking him, he's going to have a delightful new wallpaper come morning. He wonders if he could sneak in a recording of Tommy's pneumatic drill impression and set it as his ringtone, too. Maybe it's a little mean, but Tommy's just such a dad with his insistence that he doesn't snore.

Buck almost drops his phone, but not before he sees the time: 00.34.

Mentally, he scrolls through the day. A run through the neighbourhood, running into the lady two streets over with the cute dog. An unnecessarily indulgent breakfast, as has become a habit on his days off. Facetiming with Eddie and Chris. Collecting Jee from swimming lessons and dropping her home after an ice cream. Tommy showing up like he always does on their mutual free days - unannounced but never unwelcome. Trying to put together a decent lunch while Tommy tunes up the Jeep's engine for the third time in six weeks. Driving to the grocery store and bickering their way around the aisles. Talking Tommy's ear off about the latest episode of the latest podcast he's gotten into while they make dinner. Tag teaming the clean up when Tommy tries to insist he can take care of it all. Settling in to watch another movie Tommy can't believe you've never seen, Evan.

Yep. Nothing.

He pulls up the notes app on his phone, opens the right folder, and starts a new message. He'd given up on actually sending them before they could start getting bounced back with a number out of service message, knowing that would have taken him out at the knees.

It's past midnight and I didn't think about you dying once today, he writes. I know you'd say that's a good thing, and I think you're right, but I think it's the first time that's happened, and I feel really weird about it. I had a really nice day. There was a time I didn't think I'd ever have a nice day again, but I saw a cute dog, and I spoiled Jee, and I cooked, and I hung out with Tommy, and it was really, really nice. We're not back together btw but it's heading there. We both know it. You were right about him. I really, really wish you were here.

He saves the note, pockets his phone, leans over and pinches Tommy's nose shut in the middle of another snore to watch him flail awake.

"Asshole," Tommy says, once he's settled.

"Yep. C'mon," Buck tells him. "Bed."

Tommy grumbles, heaves himself to his feet, and staggers towards the bathroom. Buck watches him go for a second. Platonic and only slightly charged bed sharing is a fairly new development - Tommy has slept on this couch a lot over the last few months. He has a toothbrush in the bathroom. He has spare clothes in Buck's closet. He has a key.

Buck takes out his phone again and hesitates for a second.

I'm gonna tell him, he adds to his message. Tonight. Right now. While he's brushing his teeth so he can't change the subject. Wish me luck, pops. Love you.

#my writing #911 spoilers #bucktommy #YOU'RE distracting yourself from an assignment

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i2rizz · 2 months ago

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Ngl im CRAVING dante content from the netflix adaptation and its not even funny anymore...

Trust im boutta BUST

Steamin Hot!

The door shut with a familiar thunk—heavy, careless, like the man himself. You didn’t even flinch.

You’d grown used to it: the clink of his weapons, the way he dropped his coat on your chair like it wasn’t your favorite, how his boots always left demon gunk on the rug you’d begged him not to ruin.

And still, your stomach fluttered.

He was already halfway to the bathroom, shirt hanging from his shoulder, the slice of pizza you’d made him take on the way up still dangling from his mouth like an afterthought.

"Long day?" you asked without looking up from your spot on the couch, cross-legged and wrapped in one of his shirts—oversized, a little torn, and still warm from the dryer.

Dante grunted. "Demons don’t take weekends. Apparently" He bit the slice, chewed, and finally turned to look at you. "You wearing my shirt again?"

You smirked, flipping the page of your book. "You left it here. Possession’s nine-tenths of the law"

"Is that so?" he muttered, already tugging off his belt. "Guess I should start leaving more stuff around, then"

You didn’t look—but you felt it. The weight of his stare. That flicker of something heavier behind the teasing. He was tired. You could see it in the way his shoulders slumped just before he disappeared into the bathroom, muttering something about "needing to boil off the stink"

The sound of the shower filled the apartment a moment later—hot, hissing steam bleeding into the hallway like smoke curling off a cigarette. You let out a slow breath and stared at your book without reading.

Five minutes passed. Ten.

You heard the water stop.

He didn’t come out right away.

Eventually, the door cracked open.

You didn’t look at first. You were trying to be normal. Chill. Unbothered.

But then you caught the sound of his bare feet padding across your wooden floor—and the scent hit you. Clean skin. Soap. A little sweat, still. All him.

He appeared beside the couch like a ghost: towel low on his hips, hair wet and slicked back except for the few silver strands that clung rebelliously to his forehead. Drops of water rolled down the carved lines of his torso, trailing down into the soft dip of his abs. His necklace—the one he never took off—glinted against his chest.

"Shower’s all yours" he said lazily.

You finally looked up, slowly, your eyes trailing from his face to the rest of him with zero shame. "Did you even dry off or did you just steamroll out to flex?"

He smirked, one corner of his mouth tugging up. "Can’t help it if you’re the one staring, sweetheart"

You tossed a pillow at him. He caught it effortlessly, didn’t even flinch.

"Cocky bastard"

"Your cocky bastard" he said, dropping the pillow and then—uninvited—dropping himself onto the couch next to you, his skin still warm and damp. "Unless that changed while I was gone"

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t move. His thigh pressed against yours. You could feel every heartbeat in that contact.

"I don’t know," you murmured, "depends. You planning on stealing all my hot water every time you crash here?"

He leaned in, slow, so close his breath brushed your cheek. "Maybe"

You swallowed. Your brain short-circuited for a second.

Dante noticed.

His grin deepened, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached behind you—his arm brushing your back—and grabbed a piece of cold pizza from the coffee table, taking a bite with zero shame.

"I hate you" you said softly.

"No, you don’t"

"No, I don’t" you agreed, even softer.

He leaned back, stretching with a low groan, his head tipping back against the cushion. The tension in his body—always there, even when he laughed—slowly melted out of him. His chest reflecting the light. His jaw relaxed.

You tilted your head, watching him.

He looked… younger like this. Almost soft.

"You okay?" you asked, nudging his knee with yours.

He cracked one eye open. "Took a demon’s blade through the ribs. You tell me"

You frowned instantly. "Dante—"

"Relax" he said, waving you off, but his hand found your thigh, grounding himself. "Didn’t hit anything vital. You’d be crying over my corpse if it did"

"I wouldn’t cry"

He looked over at you, serious for a flicker of a second. "Yeah, you would"

That shut you up. His hand stayed on your thigh.

You leaned into him, shoulder to bare chest. He didn’t move away.

Minutes passed like that. Just the two of you, half-dressed and quiet in your cluttered little apartment. The night hummed around you. Steam still curled in the hallway. The city beyond your window was loud and filthy and alive.

You turned your head slightly. "Hey"

He looked down.

You pressed your lips to his—quick, soft, but enough to remind him.

I’m here. You’re not alone.

When you pulled back, Dante blinked once.

Then he leaned in and kissed you again—slower. Thicker with something unspoken. His hand gripped your thigh tighter.

"You’re damn dangerous" he murmured against your lips.

You smirked. “hilarious coming from you"

#he needs more writer's attention PLEASE #x reader #devil may cry #dmc dante #anime #dmc netflix #dmc #dante #dante sparda #dante devil may cry #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda x you

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kissandtellus · 1 month ago

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Hope you get well soon! Pneumonia sucks.

Maybe some little drabbles about the LADS men and unexpected pregnancy? Fluff and/or smut, your choice!

Unexpected

Synopsis: How would the LADS boys react to an unexpected pregnancy?

Warnings: Just fluff for this one! Mentions of ‘alternatives’, Sylus always hatching a plan, anxiety, mentions of pregnancy.

👣 Xavier

Xavier is staring down at the test in his hands. He has seen so many things in his hundreds of years of living, but nothing matched up to the excited, yet fearful look on your face.

He knew something was up, from the food aversions to the way you had shoved a pickle into peanut butter like it was the most delectable thing.

Xavier tries not to let the swell of tears brim in his big blue eyes. He stands slowly, approaching you. Your hands alter clasped in front of your chest, as if you were saying a prayer.

Yo hasn’t exactly been the most careful, but your lives as Hunters put a whole different fear in your mind.

“Are you upset?” You whisper. Granted, having a child means no 3 day naps for the blonde man.

He chuckles, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Never. This…” his hand presses against the still flat swell of your belly. “You two…are what I’ve been fighting for. Always.”

👣 Rafayel

“Did you get me a gift?”

“Kind of.”

Rafayel shoves his hand into the small gift bag. When his finger tips touch the plastic, he immediately thinks it may be a paintbrush. But when he pulls it out, confusion washes over his face.

It’s not for a few more seconds that it dawns on him. His hands have always been rather steady as an artist. But now, there is a very apparent tremble to his hands.

“Raf? Are you-“

He drops the bag and test and envelops you into a hug.

“I knew you smelled different.” To drive his point home, his face buried into the side of your neck and inhales.

“Raf?”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“Am I gonna lay Lemurian eggs?”

👣 Zayne

Zayne tapped your chart, legs crossed as he waited for the results. Between your mood swings, the vomiting non-stop, and the way you were so tender, he knew something was up.

You both waited in his office until the timer for the test went off. You immediately snatched it up before Zayne could. When your eyes saw the two pink lines your knees nearly buckled.

Zayne was quick to wrap you in his arms, pushing his glasses up on his face as he gazed at the test.

“Well then…” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Are you okay? Do you…would you like to look at alternatives?”

Oh Zayne, always the caring type. If you didn’t want to child, he would set you up an appointment and take you out for dessert afterwards.

But when you shakes your head, a smile breaks across his usually stoic face.

“I love you so much.”

👣 Sylus

Surprising Sylus with an ‘unexpected’ pregnancy test was like surprising a bomb dog with a detonator.

There was a reason he hadn’t pulled out, not wore condoms for the past month.

When you came from the bathroom with shaky hands, covering your mouth, Sylus sat down the gun he was cleaning and walked over to you.

He didn’t need to look at the test, he cupped the back of your head, murmuring sweet words against your skin.

“You entered my life at just the right time.” He whisperers. His hand cups your abdomen, fingers tracing the skin with a hum. “I hope you know that now I can’t let you out of my sight.”

Mephisto gives a squawk from his perch, flapping his wings. “Or Mephisto’s, for that matter.”

You clutch at his shirt, all of your anxieties fading away.

“Now, let’s go ring shopping.”

👣 Caleb

This man is an emotional wreck.

When you surprise him with a little paper airplane with the small pregnancy test attached, he nearly falls to his knees.

Another Pipsqueak?

Had God answered his prayers?

But when he sees how nervous you look, he’s cooing you, entrapping you in his arms while he rocks you back and forth with his steps.

“Do you need anything? When’s the first appointment so I can take off. You know what, screw it. I’m taking the entire year off. I’m not missing a thing.”

His lips are on yours before you can answer.

And you feel like everything is going to be alright.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 29 days ago

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I just know for a fact that Neuvillette has the wettest pussy… he's literally the hydro dragon sovereign, his pussy has to live up to that title too. 🤤

It's a bit inappropriate for the Iudex to think of such a thing, but Neuvillette can't help how high he gets just from the sound of his own cunt.

He'll overstimulate himself just to coax out those juicy noises…creating puddles all over his private chambers in the process. His poor bathroom receives most of the abuse; the floors are constantly slippery from all of Neuvillette's slick. It runs down his legs, overflowing while the draconian man leans against the wall, fingers desperately moving to bring out as much wetness as possible.

Even after he cums, another wave of juices will unexpectedly gush out, catching him off guard and forcing a pitiful whine through his lips.

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Neuvillette will lock himself in the bathroom, strip, jump in the large bathtub, and then make himself squirt over and over — filling the tub almost a quarter of the way! By the time he's too exhausted to move, he already feels dehydrated. Yet, he remains in the tub full of his own cum and fluids, reimagining the sounds of his cunt as it clenched around his own digits, before spraying another round of fluid between his legs.

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You're lucky if your cock doesn't drown while you're fucking him. Your dragon husband is so needy, always eager to get in bed with you, since you make him feel so loved!

Please use towels though…or do it in some place that's easy to clean if it gets soaked… Neuvillette can't help how his body reacts! Squirting nonstop is just how you know you're doing a good job! So please keep thrusting like that, and don't stop holding his broad chest while he cums around your dick, please? 🥺

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Modern day Neuvillette films his soaking wet pussy while he rides some dildo that's supposed to be an "aquatic dragon dick". It's all shades of blue, fading into a dark purple at the tip, and the shaft is lined with ridges and bumps for added pleasure.

Of course, he has invested in a waterproof setup for his cam shows. Can't have his phone dying on him during a perfect orgasm, right? The kind of climax where his legs shake, and the toy keeps squishing with every slam of Neuvillette's hips, even though he's quivering he'll still ride that dragon dick!

Modern day Neuvillette squeals whenever he has a vibrator held against his tdick. If you place the camera close enough, and keep the vibe on high, Neuvillette will cum all over the camera — giving the audience a wonderful show~

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iheartcake123 · 2 months ago

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sylus x f!reader

when you accidentally hurt yourself

a/n: i’ve recently joined the lads fandom and just had to write a fic for sylus 🤭

Masterlist

it had had been a long day and you just wanted to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate. not just any hot chocolate, you’d seen online a trend for a homemade black forest hot chocolate and wanted to try it out.

what could go wrong, right?

you reached for the top shelf, you wanted the large mug with the face of a cartoon panda on the front. it was your favourite. fingers brushing the edge of the mug, so close - until it tipped.

the crash came a second later, as shards scattered across the tile floor. in an (admittedly silly) attempt to catch it, you had managed to cut yourself but didn’t notice until it caused your arm to bloom a bright red colour.

“well, that sounded dramatic,” sylus’s voice called from the other room, light and teasing.

you looked the cut, wincing slightly at the stinging pain that now occurred and called back “just gravity being gravity.”

sylus appeared just a moment later, his eyes flicked from the ceramic mess on the floor to the blood on your arm. he didn’t speak right away.

“are we collecting injuries now?” he slowly arched an eyebrow.

“its barely a scratch,” you muttered trying not to make a big deal out of it.

“then let me fix your ‘scratch’ before it becomes a souvenir.” sylus now stepped closer and his voice a lot quieter now.

“really, it’s nothing. i should probably just clean up this mess” you pressed on but sylus was already on the move.

his figure disappeared into the bathroom and he soon returned with the medical kit.

“we can clean it up later. now sit” he tilted his head and gestured to the chair he wanted you to sit in.

he kneeled on the floor in front of you and took your arm into his hands. he began to clean the wound, as he did you couldn’t help but notice how his touch was precise, deliberate, but never cold. there was a gentleness to it.

“you know,” he said after a pause “most people would ask for help before bleeding all over the kitchen.”

you playfully scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“well, i didn’t realize i was living with a part-time medic.” your lips tugged into a smile.

sylus gave a quiet laugh “part-time? darling, i’m full-time. especially, since i’m living with you”

you couldn’t help but chuckle in response.

you both stayed in a comfortable silence as he continued to clean your cut. for a moment he pressed the piece of gauze a little too firmly and you unexpectedly flinched at the sensation.

his eyes flicked up immediately, and the teasing faded “sorry.”

“it’s okay” you murmured, watching him intently as he now began to wrap the bandage carefully around the cut.

once he was done, he didn’t move back right away. his thumb gently brushed just under the edge of the bandage, as if he was double-checking it.

“you don’t have to tough everything out” he said finally, voice low and oddly serious.

you blinked, surprised by the sudden softness his words. “it was barely a scratch, really...and i was only supposed to be making a hot chocolate. to be honest, i’m not used to someone looking out for me.”

“then get used to it.” sylus leaned into your ear “now come”

sylus reached for your hand and led you to the couch. he fluffed the pillows up and hie eyes remained focused on you and even after you were sat on the sofa. you never left his gaze.

“you’re staring” you whispered and decided to lean back onto the cushions.

“i’m supervising,” he corrected “you’re a known flight risk.”

“you cut your arm one time and suddenly you’re labelled as a flight risk” you sarcastically commented and let out a soft laugh.

you waited for sylus to respond with something just as sarcastic or witty but instead that didn’t happen.

his face now serious, he sat before you close—closer than he usually would. he reached toward you and his fingers found his way to your shoulders where they began to trace gentle shapes.

your eyes narrowed in confusion for a second and then it clicked.

“you’re really worried, huh? sylus i promise you im okay” you turned your head slightly and examined his facial expression.

you noticed how his eyebrows furrow, his jaw clenching slightly for a second before returning to normal. a small sigh escaped his lips. almost as if he wanted to answer straight away but he didn’t, so the room fell into a quiet lull, city lights peeking through the curtains painting faint gold and silver lines across the floor.

you didn’t push any further and let sylus take his time. it had been a good few minutes before he finally spoke.

“i know that it’s only a small thing and that you’re okay…but it’s just that i’ve seen small things spiral into so much more before” his voice was low and careful as his eyes glanced down at the bandage on your arm.

“It’s okay to care, sylus. it’s what i love about you, you care about everything you do and it’s admirable” you laced your fingers with his.

“carings not the hard part however, letting someone see that i care, it’s still newer to me” his gaze flicked from the bandage up to you and you noticed how his eyes held something vulnerable.

it was very different compared to the usual calm in his eyes.

“then let me be the one who always sees it and appreciates it” you didn’t break the eye contact you had with him.

sylus’ lips tugged into a smile - albeit a small one, it was genuine and real. he then began to shift closer with his hand still laced with yours, he reached his free hand up and cupped your face. his thumb rubbing small circled on your cheek.

“no more reaching for mugs without me, okay? and if im ever not here then i will send someone to come do it for you” he spoke, voice firm but calm.

you relaxed into him, now leaning up against his shoulder. your heart felt warm as you cherished the current moment.

“you’ve got a deal. but only if you promise to keep playing nurse for me” you held back your smirk.

sylus chuckled, low and amused at the comment “i’ll make it my permanent role, kitten”

any left over tension slipped from the room and sylus pulled you in closer. your head rested on his chest and when you closed your eyes you could hear the faint beating of his heart. it brought you a comfort and you wanted to stay like this forever.

with him.

nothing mattered, not even the black forest hot chocolate you were originally so determined to make.

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